• It's prescence,

    Like the soft touch of an angel.


    It's embrace,

    Like light.


    It's caress,

    Of innocence.


    It's beauty,

    A thousand blossomed wildflowers.


    It's gift,

    A miracle.


    It's wanted by many,

    But given, by many more.


    It's the grace of falling feathers,

    A white of freshest snow.


    It speaks of stars,

    It feels of belonging.


    A joy,

    One of the purest kind.


    It's a beacon of light,

    A guiding force in life.


    It's power,

    The strongest.


    It's truth,

    Refined.


    It is love,

    What you feel of it.