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No pond
Could ever be
To its creatures
What my love is for you.
Indeed, to float
On peaceful waters is sweet;
But to sail on the wings of love is divine.
Yes, perfection
On earth is beyond mortals;
Yet, love seeks to meet the challenge.
Dept of valleys is but a rising tide—Heights
The victims of the dreams of Sisyphean victories.
With love,
The power of fear dissipates;
Indeed where love abides
Nothing else can ever thrive.
Can fields of peace
Germinate seeds of war? Think!
The flame of love can never radiate
The heat of hate.
