Treasure Island

Sandra Hillawi

(27/10/1963 / Manchester)

Love Is


Love it sees
Love it hears
Love it feels
For those in tears

Love accepts
Love it knows
Love releases
Love it flows

Love is open
Love is strong
Love’s courageous
With patience long

Love is lightness
Love is pure
Love is beauty
Love endures

Love’s compassion
Love is kind
Love’s forgiving
When life is blind

Love it dances
Love has wings
Love it soars
Love it sings

Love is tender
Love is sweet
Love with time
Becomes love deep

Love is constant
Love transcends
Love is oneness
Love never ends

(Gosport 27 March 2011)

Submitted: Friday, February 03, 2012
Edited: Friday, February 03, 2012

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  • Theresa Short (11/24/2012 11:34:00 PM)

    I like this poem. It has alot of truth in what love can be if you find the write person. (Report) Reply

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