Calloused hands softened, a warrior so bold,
Love's touch, a sculptor, a story untold.
Hearts that were hardened, are now open and free,
Love's melody weaving, a sweet harmony.

Lives once in darkness, with love's light imbued,
A garden of kindness where beauty accrued.
Wounds long unhealed, with tenderness sewn,
Love's gentle compassion, a seed that has grown.

Consider love's magic, its vast, potent sway,
The power to mend, and forever to stay.
when we consider what love has done