In the end,
It was Love—no greater thing,
A silent force, yet all-embracing,
That came like the moon’s soft beam,
Lighting every heart, a boundless dream.
Love whispered truths too deep to tell,
A secret song, a sacred spell,
And with its touch, we were made whole,
Like earth and sky, a single soul.
No longer lost, no longer torn,
In Love’s embrace, we are reborn.
It mends the heart, it frees the mind,
In its warm glow, all grief resigned.
For Love, like wine, will always pour
Into the cracks, forever more,
Binding the shattered, making bright,
All that was dark, now bathed in light.
And in its radiance, we shall see,
That Love alone is all we need to be free.
The Triumph of Love 04/01/2025 © All Rights Reserved by Jamil Hussain
