The poetry of love is the greatest gift God gave us.
Source: Wisdom Collection
Contributed by: lorasmith
Love, I know you before all times!
Who can say that he is not everything?
There are no names that do not desire fame because we come from God.
We are dust furrowed by the painful plough of Destiny to give birth to the emptiness of a time.
We cannot conceive death as anything else than the afterlife because we cannot comprehend death unless we live.
I adore you, my greatest love, as only through you I can find my moment's eternity.
I have reached this world's dreams harbor as devoid of truth as any other soul that dreams it lives through knowledge.
However deaf the ring of our love bells should strike they will eventually disperse this world's emptiness clouds.
There are not wings of dreams that have not previously dealt with the flight of black thoughts.
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