When Love is in your hold

Love is a passion not easily endorsed,
Sometimes it is miguided,
And sometimes it strikes to hurt,
Love is a crime not easily endured.

But when love is in your fold,
In your arms, where warmth is plenty,
When love is for you,
To a never ending course,

Than it is a bliss like no other seen or heard,
Heart is not empty anymore,
Deafening silence is forever gone,
Love has a meaning when it is in your hold.

– a poem for my sweetheart – I love you more than life itself my dearest

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