Poetry Blog by Vautaw (self-love)
What are the chances
of two lost souls
colliding twice in life?
The dance is sweeter,
with ego out of the way.
All that remains is love
purified by the same rock-bottom
pressure that turns grains of sand into
pearls, coal into diamonds.
Not lustful love, agape.
Godly, unconditional love for humanity.
Thursday 14th February 2019 3:37 pm