I was once a stranger to you,
Living in a home like a homeless.
My heart never knew the truth,
That love makes you homeless.
I am one of the thousands
That touched the thorn of love.
I allowed the thorn cut deep,
My blood gushing the pain out.
Love is a fatal medicine
That removes the scar of your love.
To love another whilst in love
Made me love you even more.
I was in a state of nakedness with you,
My scars laid out bare.
Then you hurt me like the others
And tore all those unseen scars.
Love, I repeat is my only medicine
And it is love I commit to.
Not to love a person but to love itself,
This is my story of love.
Lots of love and God bless
Rahul N Singh
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Rahul N Singh 
I love your poem 🙂 Yes, it’s wonderful all those messages of love, it reminds us that everything is LOVE. The love energy flows: it comes from deep within or from out there, it stays for a while or for a lifetime, and it goes back where it came from. It’s just wonderful to experience love, no matter what. Thanks 🙂
thank you Rose. I am honoured that you have enjoyed the poem. Love is what makes the world go round…that is the truth! 😀 Thank you once again! God bless x