Ever since His
creation, Love is the
Dome on which many sat and dreamt
to breed and glow,despite opposition;
respite and discard and for many
it grows to munificent heights.
There are many ways to branch off,
Suspicion and anger and
bliss
hamper to distract
and quell
our mood of
lure and care; yet
love blossoms when right choice
delights and gives no room for
doubt or uncanny apprehension.
His wings are pure as Dove’s
Fancy in flights high and sustained
Joy reveling in lasting faith. Let us
Please him, catch him, hold him
Until he flies saturated with wings
To untold bliss of heaven
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