A CRY FOR FREEDOM © 2008

What kind of love

Perpetuates within me?

Is it a new dawn

Transcribed from Latin?

Certainly, it will be different

To know who invented it,

Perhaps an ancient mystery,

Or a secret without shelter.

This love that resonates within me

Has no form or border,

It is a flame that does not forgive

And illuminates the whole of life.

Is it the echo of a distant time,

Or the promise of something to come,

A pure, constant love,

That I will never cease to feel.

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