The power of love is a funny thing
It runs with horses...their stampede rings
The flash of devotion in eyes that are paired
The dalliance of lovers who just barely dared
Its pa**ions that wing like a Pegasus...proud
Drifting with love on the wings of a cloud
It soars with the Woodstork...it climbs with a whisper
It sticks to the walls like monks and their vespers
It chants and it purrs...it rings in the nights
Love gently caresses the wind...the sunlight
Oceans sing volumes with love in the wash
It bleaches old wounds with a healing push
Then kisses away the scars for tomorrow
Love that appears can erase the old sorrow
Trust in this love...then give it your heart
Then every new morning is a new start
Caress in the aura of love on display
Thankful of healing and loves palmed array.