Love is the undone dress
Left crumpled on the floor,
The tenderness unravelled
Love is the unsung song
The broken lyric
The longing left behind
Love is the crest fallen
The pinnacle descended
And the mourning peak
And yet love is the temple
Of forgiveness and faith
It is the garden of our dreams
Love is the unconditional
Love's mystery directs
Its own course,
Paths undiscovered seek
Resolution in their union
Love is a lament
Of all that could be,
An impulse of desire
That finds its own way
Love surmounts the impossible
Love is the yearned-for promise
Hoped for and delivered
Love is pure and gentle
Love is direct and truthful
Love is a melody of our sameness
And a symphony of our uniqueness
Love brings us unexpected gifts
And delights in the moment
Love is worship, sacrifice and tolerance
Love gives everything
But retains its own identity
Love serves
With no expectation of being returned
Love is the tranquil touch of healing
And the dissolution of pain
Love yearns for perfection
And yet finds beauty in our flaws
Love remembers everything
And gives praise for the learnings
So that the crumpled dress
May be worn with grace and beauty
So that love may complete
The undrawn circle
So that we may exalt
In the wholeness love brings
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