Love stands pure


Our lives.

Happiness is a part of it

Peace is its fruit

Truth is its soul

Love is sweet

Love is humble

Love is

This quiet fullness

Which swells our “hearts”

With all those things

Which flavors are unspeakable

© Theo Bamara – 2001 – From «Song-fields of love – Poems in Blue»

Paint : Bernard Fintz

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