About the Poem
Love grips like a vice and never lets go until the day that you let go. Love is what you make of it.
|by Nicole Choiniere|
|My soul reflects yours
and transcends all doubts.
Creating an infinite love
our passionate feelings
intertwine with the common thread
found inside the linings of our hearts.
This filament could never be stretched or torn
unless the burdens of the outside world were to intervene.
Love has no mercy for those who seek it.
Let the angels guide us through
the labyrinth of our minds.
Shadows of ardor silhouette our hearts
and drench our souls with elated bliss.
Love is a canvas painted by God
and simply embroidered with our imaginations.
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