The source of love - MarkES

We stand so near, yet miles apart, And from afar, together feel. But Love alone, with beating heart, Measures not miles, its strength to reveal. Through time and hindrances, it will race, Unburdened by the earthly pace. Of how many did I quench the thirst, Through hardened earth, a gentle flow. All things received, from first to last, Content in Love, I let it grow. This constant stream, a sacred art, Within my being, set apart. But if the foe, with rage possessed, Should rise in fury, dark and dire, Then sacred ink, by Heaven blessed, Will blaze within my fervent fire. For every foe, a fiery dart of Love, From heavens above, a gift I pray thereof. Of how many did I quench the thirst, Through hardened earth, a gentle flow. All things received, from first to last, Content in Love, I let it grow. This constant stream, a sacred art, Within my being, set apart.