It Blesses

To know love,
One must never fear the pain of it.
Since it is not ammuned to the onslaught of flaws.
It is not blemish free.
It comes to be nurtured.
With understanding and patience,
Given to it.
However...
If it is appreciated for what it is,
It blesses those who receive it.
And can accept it as it is!
Love.
To grow and bloom and be.

It...
Blesses.
To know love,
One must never fear the pain of it.
It...
Blesses.
Since it is not ammuned to the onslaught of flaws.
It is not blemish free.
It...
Blesses.
It comes to be nurtured.
With understanding and patience,
Given to it.

Accept it as it is!
Love.
To grow and bloom and be.
It...
Blesses.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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