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I Am Love

Drew Hurley

I am Love.
I eased the first infantís cry.
I cause each motherís sigh.
I inspire every song men sing.
Iím in each gift we bring.
I am Love.

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Darkened fingers of death
lurk in sullen corners
awaiting the sirenís wail
and the hail of roaring
buzz bombs bursting fiery
fragments of Nazi terror
over London town.
Amid the avalanche of death
a lone rugged laborer crawls
through the inferno of Hades
to reach a crying waif
and pulls her to his bosom
saying, ďThere, lassie, there...Ē
I am Love.

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Horsemen of the apocalypse
charge down upon the helpless,
confused, citizens of Rome,
cutting them to pieces
with deadly steel swords;
setting fires with glee,
raping the young, of both sexes,
and despoiling the splendor that was once Rome
with the wanton frenzy
of Germanic madmen intent only upon plunder.
As the jubilant Huns
were trampling their vanquished foes,
for sport,
an old wash-woman races
across the open avenue to snatch
up a young boy from before
the thundering hooves
of the gothic cavalry
and hold him in the safety
of her protective arms.
I am Love.

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One primordial night
the howling storm of natureís
mighty anguish hurled its
awesome strength against
the opening of a small, fragile cave,
lit only by the flickering
of a tiny fire that struggled
with near hopeless valor
against the wailing fury
that would make oblivion
of all those within.
And here, the ancestors of man,
sat out this vigil
arm in arm, hand in hand;
tending the fire that would
guide them to tomorrow
and tending to each other
to see them through the night.
I am Love.

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I am Love.
I eased the first infantís cry.
I cause each motherís sigh.
I inspire every song men sing.
Iím in each gift we bring.
I am Love.

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I remember the day man began.
I remember the first song that was sung.
I remember the first dance that was done.
Whenever man took a step,
or reached a goal,
I was there.
Whenever man made a pledge,
or said a prayer,
I was there.
There is no pleasure that man has known
that I have not shared.
There is no emotion that man has known
for which I have not cared.
I am the happiness that man has sown.
I am Love.

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I am the spirit that each young girl seeks.
I am the power for which each old man pleads.
I am the feeling that cares for every child.
There is nothing more sought after
and nothing harder to find.
There is nothing more fought over,
though none has never been won.
I am what everybody want,
and what everybody already has.
I am the one thing that can never be taken
but which is always easily given.
I am Love.

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I write the poems the world loves to read.
I sing the songs all people long to hear.
I play the music to which the young folks dance.
I am each embrace, each kiss, each caress.
Look to the wind if you want to see my face.
Feel the shape of loneliness if you want to know my name.
Reach inside your soul if you want to find my home.
Give me to others if you want to know my joy.
Share me with your neighbors, and I will be your friend.
Offer me to those you know, and I will be in you.
I am Love.

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I am Love.
I eased the first infantís cry.
I cause each motherís sigh.
I inspire every song men sing.
Iím in each gift we bring.
I am Love.



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