The Birth of Love
A Poem on the First Human Emotion
In the dawn of time, when all was new,
Love was born, a feeling true,
A spark of warmth within the heart,
That set the human race apart.
The first love felt was pure and bright,
A flame that shone both day and night,
It danced and fluttered in the soul,
And made the first human whole.
The first love was like a breath of air,
A breeze that whispered everywhere,
It lifted the spirit, and set it free,
And gave the first human dignity.
The first love was a mystery,
A secret that only hearts could see,
It was a feeling that could not be tamed,
A force that forever changed.
The first love was a wonder,
A feeling that will always thunder,
It was the birth of human kind,
And it will forever be entwined.
The first love was a human's start
A beat that set the heart apart
It was a feeling that will always be
The foundation of humanity.
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