Love can comfort,
But pure,
Unconditional love,
Can cure all things.
Light that lives in the heart,
Of those that love.
Light so bright that it's blinding.
Light so bright that it's binding.
So powerful it moves mountains.
A strong bond,
Like glue.
That binds pure love with pure love.
Binding light with light.
Pure love can heal.
And hate can only grow so little,
In the hearts of those that carry pure love.
Hate can only grow,
In the heart of a hesitant soul.
Have trust and faith.
Not just in the idea of love,
Have faith in the process of love.
The heartbreak that comes with,
The binding of unpure hearts.
All apart of the process of love.
To find love,
To find pure love,
Is the goal of your lifetime.
But rarely found.
To be a vessel of love,
The way you want love,
You must first love yourself.
Before finding pure love.
Before finding your love,
One must fall into the process of love,
With oneself.
To learn the pureness of the word love,
To become a vessel,
One must become void of love.
One must hit rock bottom to understand,
How to love,
Oneself.
Void of love for now,
To learn of love,
To become filled with love.
One must first lose all aspects of love.
And restart without a hesitant heart.
So that love will fill every corner with light.
So that you'll feel,
For once something that isn't nothing.
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PoetryShe didn't give them much choice, as to what she did with herself. She didn't say too much, so that she wouldn't give herself away. She didn't speak so she was never heard. She didn't speak so she was always hurt. She didn't speak, her words choked...
