The Power of Love

It bends the steel of hardened hearts,

And mends the cracks where sorrow starts.

A quiet strength, a gentle flame,

It whispers life to every name.

The power of love, unseen, yet true,

It moves the stars, it pulls the blue.

It builds the bridges, breaks the chains,

And heals the wounds of endless pains.

It fuels the dreams that dare to soar,

And knocks on every bolted door.

It sees the light in darkest night,

And turns the wrongs to what is right.

It’s in the touch, the glance, the word,

The softest sound that’s ever heard.

It’s in the laughter, in the tears,

The force that conquers every fear.

No mountain stands too tall to climb,

No ocean vast, no stretch of time.

For love will find a way to weave,

A thread of hope we can’t perceive.

It’s not in grandeur, not in might,

But in the quiet, still of night.

It’s in the hands that hold so tight,

And in the dawn that follows night.

Oh, power of love, so vast, so deep,

You wake the world from restless sleep.

You are the pulse, the breath, the spark,

The eternal light in every dark.