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Love. Blessing.
Love is a woman.
You’d see her reflection in the tears
Of a poor caring mother.
You’d hear her tender voice in her screams,
To an unfaithful husband.
You’d see her footprints
On the path planted with thorns,
And her heart painted
With scars and burns.
Love is a woman.
Who wears the long dress of forgiveness.
She opens her arms like the wings of a bird
Letting go of the past,
To soar to the sky,
To the place, where only eagles can fly.
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