Love. A poem

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Love.
The anchor when storms do rage.
The North Star when darkness falls on me.
The life-line when the ground I stand on proves to be sinking sand.
The sword which fights my battles, the one that slits the throat and stills the voice of my enemy; insecurity.

Love.
The loud, louder, loudest voice in my head out of the many that attempt to convince me that I'm finally loosing it.

Love.
The thread that holds me together when I'm falling apart;
The glue that puts together the many broken pieces of me.

Love.
That carries me when I can no longer walk,
That understands when words fail me to talk,
That lends an ear when my thoughts I can no longer contain,
That gives a hand when I can no longer stand.

Love. I see you.
In the silent stare of my father,
In the soft touch of a mother,
In the sweet gesture of a friend,
And in the whispered words of my lover.

I see you Love.
Present in every minute of my life through the gifts you've blessed me with.
And when they are gone, I'll see you still in the pages of this Book,
In the tablet that is my heart,
I hear You Love.

And when my eyes loose sight and my hearing fails, I will know that You still are,
For You Love are always there,
You Love never fail,
You Love begin and end,
You Love are It,
You Love are all.

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