Attended the wedding tonight of two dear friends who finally decided to join their hands. As with most weddings a favor was handed to all guests. Within this favor was a verse written about the concept of love. Never before have I read such beautiful words and I wanted to share them:
Some say I can fly on the wind, yet I haven't any wings. Some have found me floating on the open sea, yet I cannot swim. Some have felt my warmth on cold nights, yet I have no flame. And though you cannot see me, I lay between two lovers at the hearth of fireplaces. I am the twinkle in your child's eyes. I am hidden in the lines of your mother's face. I am your father's shield as he guards your home.
Some say I am stronger than steel, yet I am as fragile as a tear. Some have searched for me, yet I am around them always. Some say I die with loss, yet I am endless. And though you cannot hear me, I dance on the laughter of children. I am woven into the whispers of passion. I am in the blessings of Grandmothers. I embrace the cries of newborn babies.
Some say I am a flower, yet I am also the seed. Some have little faith in me, yet I always believe in them. Some say I cannot cure the ill, yet I nourish the soul. And though you cannot touch me, I am the gentle hand of the kind. I am fingertips that caress your cheek at night. I am the hug of a child, I am love.
Pretty amazing huh?
Some say I can fly on the wind, yet I haven't any wings. Some have found me floating on the open sea, yet I cannot swim. Some have felt my warmth on cold nights, yet I have no flame. And though you cannot see me, I lay between two lovers at the hearth of fireplaces. I am the twinkle in your child's eyes. I am hidden in the lines of your mother's face. I am your father's shield as he guards your home.
Some say I am stronger than steel, yet I am as fragile as a tear. Some have searched for me, yet I am around them always. Some say I die with loss, yet I am endless. And though you cannot hear me, I dance on the laughter of children. I am woven into the whispers of passion. I am in the blessings of Grandmothers. I embrace the cries of newborn babies.
Some say I am a flower, yet I am also the seed. Some have little faith in me, yet I always believe in them. Some say I cannot cure the ill, yet I nourish the soul. And though you cannot touch me, I am the gentle hand of the kind. I am fingertips that caress your cheek at night. I am the hug of a child, I am love.
Pretty amazing huh?
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