Poems Mystery of Love

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 QUESTIONS

Hurt and broken,I questioned
How will i live and fight?
Then I looked within and around
SO filled and strong

How could I question?
When at the thought of it my eyes shone,
just at its mention I had smiled.
IN it I did have to be perfect
Free as a bird at last

How could I question?
Given with adorance by the caring
With no demarcated boundaries
Even the pain had shied away
YES!I scrambled but didn't crumble

How could I question
When it blazed in every handshake,
Its ambiance radiating from every hug
Its  shine sparkling gracefully from eyes around

How could I question?
I lived by it,swore by it and worshipped by it.
How could I question my eternity?
I was no writer nor poet,BUT
in it I thrived among them.
HOW COULD I QUESTION LOVE!

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