<<What is Love?>>

love is a blooming rose
utter romance
the music to which the lovers dance
friendship, with a burning flame
the greatest feeling you can name
Love is sweet, an affection
joins two lovers
a connection
love is red, love is pink
the lyrics of your heart
in golden ink
Love is the first day of spring
A flower
The song you sing
In the shower
Love is for real, love's a sensation
Not a crush
Nor infatuation
Come on, be romantic, love's a passion
Everybody is in love
its in fashion!
The things you do in the spirit of love
You see every crow
As a snowy dove
The world is grey, the world is dark
Your love shines
Like a magic spark
You close your eyes to the pain and sorrow
And live
Like theres no tomorrow
This is love, and there's no greater thing
Than to be in love
With a song to sing

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When love beckons to you, follow him, though his ways are hard and steep. And when his wings enfold you yield to him, though the sword hidden among his pinions may wound you. And when he speaks to you believe in him, though his voice may shatter your dreams as the north wind lays waste the garden

For even as love crowns you so shall he crucify you. Even as he is for your growth so is he for your pruning. Even as he ascends to your height and caresses your tenderest branches that quiver in the sun, so shall he descend to your roots and shake them in their clinging to the earth. Like sheaves he gathers you unto himself. He threshes you to make you . He sifts you to free you from your husks. He grinds you to whiteness. He kneads you until you are pliant; and then he assigns you to his sacred fire, that you may become sacred bread for God’s sacred feast

All these things shall love do unto you that you may know the secrets of your heart, and in that knowledge become a fragment of Life’s heart.
But if in your fear you would seek only love’s peace and love’s pleasure, then it is better for you that you cover your ness and pass out of love’s threshing-floor, into the seasonless world where you shall laugh, but not all of your laughter, and weep, but not all of your tears. Love gives naught but itself and takes naught but from itself. Love possesses not nor would it be possessed; for love is sufficient unto love

When you love you should not say, “God is in my heart,” but rather, “I am in the heart of God.” And think not you can direct the course of love, for love, if it finds you worthy, directs your course

Love has no other desire but to fulfill itself. But if you love and must
needs have desires, let these be your desires: To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night. To know the pain of too much tenderness. To be wounded by your own understanding of love; and to bleed willingly and joyfully. To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving; To rest at the noon hour and meditate love’s ; To return home at eventide with gratitude; and then to sleep with a prayer for the beloved in your heart and a song of praise upon your lips

Khalil Gabran

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