Born of faith
What's life in its fulness
Unlike other states
Love is not transit
But infinitely lasts.

It's soul's inward power,
Has a reality but no form,
Holds no memory of a wrong,
Heart alone feels
When desires and wishes

Phase out to become love itself.

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http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/glimpse-of-love-2/