to see what grips my heart so tight.
What secret power lies within,
that softens hearts of callus men.
I held this love up to the light,
searching for the source so bright.
Could this love just be my own,
that reaches out to all unknown.
I held this love up to the light,
to understand with all my might.
The answer came from up above,
it was the 'Light' that was this love.
By Preston Pittman
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