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You are the love you are looking for by Kathleen Werth

  • Writer: Eidolon Magazine
    Eidolon Magazine
  • Nov 7, 2024
  • 1 min read

Your smile bridges the gap between us 

You are the love you are looking for 

You shine with the brightest light I have ever seen 

Brighter than the sun

Brighter than the stars

Brighter than moonbeams

Your humor lifts our spirits closer to the light 

You yourself are the joy you’re looking for 

I believe you would find something to cherish in every single dream Every little word 

Every little tune 

Every little thought 

Your hands could carry a mountain 

You yourself are the strength you’re looking for 

I believe you would cradle me in your arms 

Every aching night 

Every lost tear 

Wash away every lingering fear 

Your mind can solve its own riddles 

You yourself are the answers you’re looking for 

I believe you can crack the codes no one has dared to write Every question

Every problem

Every solution

The flaws that you perceive are just another part

You may be flawed

But so are we

And you are loved

Just as you love me

I believe your imperfections to be a superpower 

Don't let your mind take over your 

Heart 

Sanity 

Body 

With despair so bitter

So sour

I believe you are made of love and scratches You live to heal us all

You live to heal yourself

You are the love you are looking for

 
 

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