I must allow the truth of my Love to be known,
I shall open my heart, its light be shown,
no beefed up version, no cut down view,
for the love I hold shall see me through.
I shall confess my love in early morn'
I shall show my love all through the day,
I shall worship loves truest form,
in wanting hour I shall seek its face.
Love has but one true meaning,
I shall keep it deep in my heart,
confessing the spirit of its true being,
knowing Love in whole, not part,
There is only one Love, I hold its hand,
Only one truth, the freedom it brings,
a blanketing spirit across this man,
the truth of Love my soul shall sing....
And may your truth sing from the highest peak. For love is grand. Sharing it is so divine. A beautiful write my friend, beautiful.
May every human being join you in singing the the truth of Love.Loving your opened heart: -) TO
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I would like to translate this poem
I'm looking deep within the sopul of this one, and I find someone who has not yet confessed his love, and I wonder why? Fear perhaps...if so...of what...rejection...letting go? Then I see it, as I read the title...fear of surrender. If this be love...must there a battle be, and if ye surrender...does she too not surrender to thee? Hugs, Dee