The Miracle of Love

The immeasurable lengths I will go to for you.
An impossible task indeed.
Ahead of the silence, just below a crescendo.
A resilience to pains that plague.
Oh remarkable pleasure, what soothes the?
Is it the downpour of rain on this burning bush?
Oh how the gallows seem so peculiar.
The incredible force of the sun's kiss.
Love is a miracle, it's grown like a vegetation.
It must endure the rain along with the darkness.
The cultivation of love is an unthinkable art form.
The planting of a seed in one season, the harvest in another.
Shielding from the elements won't produce desired results.
Resolve is of the effortless.
The music creates the statute of multitude.
The miracle of love, from birth til death.