Love

Love is the very thing that survived,

The weeds and despair and sin,

In the Garden of Eden of Adam and Eve,

It lasted wars that raged on for months,

Revolutions that led to nothing,

Binding,  yet broken,

It can heal,

Destroy or strike pain,

All out of the substance that we crave,

That feeling,

Those words,

Enough for life,

I love you.

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Author: Henri Darkner

Life is harsh. Love is harsh. God makes it better. If I understood myself, I would not be writing this blog. Just here.

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