There is something divine,
Something many can’t find,
Something I found the day you told me you were mine.
Something that can be said in one line,
But lives for a life time.
It can’t be bought,
It can’t be sold,
As for many,
It is yet still untold.
The heart of men becomes cold.
For some, it seem like history,
But for others,
It’s still a mystery.
It can’t be seen, but yet it exist,
What is it then? “Love”.
Love changes things,
Even though at times love hurts,
Still it’s the greatest comfort.
This poem was written/submitted by Christopher Rodriques.