Love is the oxygen that empowers the soul;
when inhaled, it makes life worth living;
a deeper connection to the Master, its role;
it’s far less about taking, than giving.
It’s the soft gentle breeze, in the heat of the day;
and the passionate kisses, warming each night;
it’s telling, someone, that everything’s OK;
wrapped in their arms, till morning light.
Mankind was created as a singularity;
both a man and woman, within;
from that origin of opposite polarity;
did the creation of man begin.
Together, the two thoughts became one;
joining in the serpent’s decision;
death arrived, before life had begun;
and mankind suffered division.
Anger, sometimes, interrupts love’s embraces;
casting all of love’s passions aside.
Frustration can wear so many different faces;
but, anger is not easy to hide.
Division was one of creation’s seasons;
the man and the woman, now apart;
everything was to happen, for reasons;
and the woman and man shared one heart.
Love is the man and woman, reconnected;
they began in creation as one entity;
destined to be rejoined and resurrected;
and, brought together in divinity.