Love does break us to remake us even better than before...
Love's Paradox I've pricked my hands on thorns of fate, Clinging to a vow, With dire hopes that in the bleeding Love might save somehow. How can the heart withstand such Refining at His tweak, When dropping like an angry stone Ravaged by the creek? Shall I protest in jaggedness The hand that hews my... Sign in to see full entry.