Love builds a bridge from soul to soul,
Heals a heart and makes it whole,
Echoes laughter, whispers tears,
Love is there through all the years.
Love holds me near with all its might,
Sings sweet lullabies at night.
It is alive inside of me.
Love transforms from "I" to "we".
© 2015
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Poetry"Tomorrow's not promised. It may not arrive. So why do we waste The days we are alive?" A collection of poems and songs. #81 in Poetry | April 28, 2015 © 2015
