My love
So Much Love
So much pain
... But love is true
While pain confuses
... Love forgives
Pain attacks
... Love believes
Pain doubts
... Love is freedom, peace, fun, joy
Pain is prison, threats, fear, regrets
... Love is this great treasure
And pain is the earth under which it hides
When the rain washes away the hurt
The petrichor rising from the dirt
A light from within emanating through
The last layer of soil removed
What we will find is pure
Without need of protection
Without the need of guards
Without the need of walls
It is ours
It belongs to us
It can't be lost
It can't be taken
It can't be ruined
It is Ours
My Love
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