The Gift

The Gift



Love can't be described.
It has no shape, it has no form.
Love is not an object.
Love does not conform.

Love enters our lives,
The moment we are born.
From the cradle to the grave,
Love's in everyone.

Love burns like a candle,
That sometimes flickers but never dies.
Love may be invisible,
Although it's right before your eyes,

Love can leave you empty,
Love can make you whole.
Love can make or break you,
Love is in your soul.

Love is in your heart,
Love is in your mind.
Love doesn't discriminate,
Love is always blind.

Love is universal,
It encompasses the globe.
No matter where you are,
Love has a language all its own.

Love is all around you.
There's plenty of love to spare.
You cannot see or touch it,
But love is everywhere.

Love's the greatest power,
And yet it is so small.
Love is a gift from God.
To be shared amongst us all.


By nutbuster