By
Bill Cottringer
Love-a simple word
So over-used,
So misunderstood.
Soothing fears and
bringing tears.
Much bigger than
Our personal imagination;
The creative drive
Of the whole universe.
Defining everything.
The only thing that doesn’t
Have its equal reflection,
Or an opposite.
It can’t be divided,
Because it just is.
The truth about love
Is what it is.
It’s God’s imagination
As a gift to us
To use as we wish.
It’s my wish,
That the love I imagine
From writing this poem,
Is a gift I can give
For others to live.
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