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WHAT IS IT?... THE DISCOVERY


It’s not a common kind of adoration
It’s unseen yet felt
It’s hidden yet you still see it
It’s promising
It may be intangible
But your belief in it brings you undying hope.

It blooms from the ordinary surface
Right through you innermost being
It’s one of a kind… it’s unique.

It’s genuine, it’s true
It’s priceless, it’s pure
It’s overwhelming, it’s accepting
It desires to know the good
Then accepts the past
By presenting the fact…
That you’re beautiful, and nothing,
Absolutely nothing can ever change that.

It seeks God
It spells the G.O.D. in another
And doesn’t discourse the ‘d.o.g.’ in them (MEN ARE NOT DOGS!)

It’s comforting to the troubled soul
Eases every bit of your mind
It treats as Royalty
Portrays servant leadership- full of loyalty.

The lady waits to be found
She doesn’t display her heart’s contents carelessly, all year round
The man pursues whilst waiting to conquer
He gives the ultimate respect due… that’s proof of what it is...

What is it?

It’s creative
It’s abundant in nature
It believes
It waits, it endures.

Ultimately,
It guards. It protects.
It discerns,
And once it approves in heaven and on earth
Then nothing can stand in its way
The way of outlining a pathway into the beauty of a newly formed life…

This very thing is simply….
LOVE!
©namwano

Comments

  1. Sheena17 March 2013 at 13:46

    Love is so beautiful..thank you for portraying it as so:)
    I love this piece. Keep it up Nash!

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  2. Unknown19 March 2013 at 07:42

    I am very interested to meet the man who will win your heart Sharleen :-) Brilliant piece!

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