Our Love Poem by Raphael Amorous Cead

Our Love



As a gentle breeze in a quite meadow,
or a delight rain in a small valley,
love seems to comfort us,
in the midst of trouble it guides us,
we follow love like a burning candle,
our heart's desire is to find it,
it stitches itself into our lives,
and it stains our hearts crimson,
we called it love.

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Raphael Amorous Cead

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