Love is mighty.
A drop of it could quench deserts.
A breath of it could clear mountains.
A glimpse of it could illumine caverns.
Yet is love gentle.
I touch it and am not inflamed.
I taste it and am not sickened.
I behold it and am no longer blind.
When I’m afraid.
When I’m angry.
When I’m arrogant.
I AM Mighty
When I Love.