Mr. Africa Poetry Lounge!
Overwhelming, overbearing, stronger and stronger it
will not stop growing.
I tame it and try to train it who and who not to trust
and let hold.
Trapped like an inmate or a lion in a cage.
My heart struggles to let lose and free.
Should this be, the overwhelming strength and
forgiveness, capacity to embrace and take the pain
that comes with this God given gift?
Some people die from it, for it, and go through
extremes to obtain it.
Yet God made us for it and we are built with it.
So even though love hurts and reaps no reward from
its pain, love is the most selfless gift there is to give
and only God can understand us, with his love.
Written by Dreamer31
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