Black Poetry : An Enigma Called Love

1poetsought - I enjoyed the thoughts this provoked. Love is indeed an enigma to those uninitiated by its divinity. It carves and molds a man like a sculptor molds clay. It makes the ruthless man humble who finds his heart is now connected to his Humanity. It makes the careless man meticulous who must now carefully preserve that special someone of value who he never wishes to lose. And it makes the man without vision realize that he can envision a tomorrow because now he has Hope and feels he can live forever. After all this is done, then it becomes Divine and you hear the flutter of angel wings. Thanks for letting me rave. Enjoyed. Namyh
 

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