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Our Love
(04 October 1943 / Germany)

Our Love

Our love is a budding fruit,
Yet ripe in its core.

Unrelenting in its battles
& never cowers when in war.

Our love is not a flower,
But a lion who can soar.

A union of strength and beauty
With infinite power in its roar.

-Our love
By Lee claiborne

User Rating: 5 / 5 ( 0 votes ) 4

Comments (4)

''Good Job! '' (You have the talent)
I really like this one Herbert! Very nice. Sincerely, Mary
I love this poem....Very original - The talent is you certanily...
It always shines through in the end Herbert, as does your tribute, to keep on keeping on. 10 from Taiesque poet.