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I wrote this poem to describe that my life has been like a journey and how I've always walked alone in the dark. Then I find some form of ''light'' which I use to describe as my ''love'' for this girl. However because we live so far away, I claim that I'm heading in the right direction now to reach my destination meaning the day we re-unite or marry. In essence, the moral is that time can never erode your true love.

The Light Of Love

© Yusif Yaqoob

Through the darkness, there came a light
Though so far but yet so bright.
I close my eyes and look deep insight..
I walk this darkness without a fright.

I clutch this image like a precious sight,
The one that sets my heart alight.
I hold that thought and now I write,
With the thought of us on this night.

I travel this road to find affection
I now edge closer and taste perfection.
The darkness evades, I've found protection
I reach this light to build my connection.

My strength has now so briskly grown,
I no longer feel I travel alone.
I continue to proceed on this empty path,
The wait is long but I show no wrath.

The star may seem so far away,
I set fourth my travels to meet that day.
I hold my faith and wait these years,
So far I've come, its worth those tears.

I stand, I sit and now I stare,
I look beyond me and see you there.
I've found the light and now I smile,
I've found my strength to crawl this mile.

I accept love like its my treat,
The thought is real, I'm now complete.
I hear sweet voices in my head,
They say my path is clear ahead.

Some just try but yet they fail,
The unconditional love that we prevail.
I had my freedom, I made this choice,
I found my love, I now rejoice.

I never believed I'd find this love,
Like that beautiful star from above.
I questioned love and what I feel
With you I learnt my love is real.

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Published: February 2011

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We two form a multitude

- Ovid

Love is composed of a single soul inhabiting two bodies.

- Aristotle