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Love

by

Frank Blacharczyk

Love makes me smile, forgives me.

Love takes me by the hand without strings attached.

Soothes my troubled mind, quenches my inherited fears.

Each day struggles for an answer, a healing word.

Take my hand, dance with me, a toast to our love

hold my hand here and there.

You are my fire in darkness, darkness tries to extinguish your

warmth, your warmth is my flashlight.

As I stumble to understand the definition of love

your lips free my eyes to see the sunshine.

Sometimes love has a bitter taste, it hurts to love, seeing me naked

with all my faults, denials and I run for cover.

Donít give up on me no donít give up

Jesus says this dance lasts forever.

Love resurrects, salvation from pain, from nagging confusion.

Love is like a lone surrealistic flower in a desolate battle field never making sense,
 
but love never did make sense.

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