Glimpse Of Love
Born of faith
What's life in its fulness
Unlike other states
Love is not transit
But infinitely lasts.
It's soul's inward power,
Has a reality but no form,
Holds no memory of a wrong,
Heart alone feels
When desires and wishes
Phase out to become love itself.
poem by Yoonoos Peerbocus
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