Love appears and floods the heart,
At that moment, no contender,
Life in Love become our center,
Our existence has its start.
Where there’s Life there must be Love,
For if not the radiant color,
Of The Rose becomes the pallor,
Of a Phantom in the dark.
Where there’s Life there must be Love,
We must truly there surrender,
Grasp of Love each dying ember,
For Love’s fires to restart.

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