In the heart of a poet is Love
A true poet is profound in Love
The ink that flows in his pen is Love
Unfathomable to the uninitiated in Love
His or her hatred metamorphoses to Love
Even in anger evolves her Love
Her fruit of bitterness changes to Love
Time is the acid test of her Love
Who can stop the flow of her Love
Who can conquer the force of her Love
Her adversaries are burned by her Love
Bomerang and waterloo are the avengers of her Love
A true poet loves forever
His universe is a creation of Love
His heartbeat moves in strong Love
Her eyes are like rough diamond refined by Love.
Wow! This is exquisitely
Wow! This is exquisitely beautiful. The skillful repetition of the word, Love, makes the poem seem like a litany in a ritual to which only the initiated are admitted and which they, only, fully understand.
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