The power of love is the degree of its perseverance. The honour of its being and the grace of its rescue. It is the marvels at its deed and exclamations at its acts. It is the expense of its joy. Its enslavement minds not being our freedom. Its our delighted souls,our dancing gladness. The heart of believers trusting Its protection. It goes sour when hurt,bitter when forsaken but goes extra miles to retrieve strayed cares. It is something that is never shaken by Life's Viccisitudes. It stands for who you are and not what you are. It covers shame and corrects all wrong. It fears not being judged and demands no saint of us. Its glow will shine forever. Its a garden full of golden leaves. It grows fonder in abscence and more tender in Presence. It reckons hours for months and Days for years. It fails not to be Reconciled. It cannot be heard as Silence is its Language.. It is the reason for parting and the purpose of meeting. It changes our world,gives us the strenght to carry on. Its trials need enough courage. Its a golden diadem,a rare gift from God but present everywhere. Its the union of two bodies,the expression of inner feelings. The soul of marriage,the only key to help,the shadow of God itself. The greatest commandment from Him. The worries about friends in Need. Its the end of hatred,victory at last. The beginning of happiness,the source of smiles,the cause of laughter. The jouney of minds,its reassuring promises,emptied griefs. The lasting stop to strifes