Love Begets Love. Part-II

Love heals
without announcing itself.
It stitches wounds
with invisible thread,
turns scars into stories,
and stories into wisdom.
Where love walks,
shame lowers its eyes
and hope learns to breathe again.

Love begets love—
this is how hearts survive storms.
Not by building armor,
but by learning how to open
without breaking.
Courage is not the absence of pain;
it is the decision
to remain kind
despite it.

If the world feels heavy,
do not curse its weight.
Light a small lamp of mercy.
One flame
can teach the darkness
its own limits.

Speak love
into empty rooms,
into tired mornings,
into uncertain tomorrows.
Words shaped by care
do not disappear;
they wait patiently
to bloom in the right season.

Love remembers us
even when we forget ourselves.
It waits at the edge of despair
with open hands,
whispering,
“You are still worthy.”

Love begets love—
and in this simple truth
lies the revolution of the soul.
Not loud, not violent,
but steady as sunrise,
faithful as breath.

So give love freely,
like rain to dry earth,
like warmth to cold nights.
What you send into the world
will return to you—
perhaps not today,
perhaps not the same way,
but always with purpose.

And when your heart grows tired,
remember this:
love does not drain the soul;
it restores it.
What we give with sincerity
comes back as meaning.

Love begets love—
and in loving,
we become more
than we ever were alone.