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Love
by
Frank Blacharczyk
Love makes
me smile, forgives me.
Love takes me by the hand without strings attached.
Soothes my troubled mind, quenches my inherited
fears.
Each day struggles for an answer, a healing word.
Take my hand, dance with me, a toast to our love
hold my hand here and there.
You are my fire in darkness, darkness tries to
extinguish your
warmth, your warmth is my flashlight.
As I stumble to understand the definition of love
your lips free my eyes to see the sunshine.
Sometimes love has a bitter taste, it hurts to
love, seeing me naked
with all my faults, denials and I run for cover.
Don’t give up on me no don’t give up
Jesus says this dance lasts forever.
Love resurrects, salvation from pain, from nagging
confusion.
Love is like a lone surrealistic flower in a
desolate battle field never making sense,
but love
never did
make sense.
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