Somewhat mystical.
Capturing the heart.
Consuming the soul.
Captivating the mind.

Like a phantom in the night -
it creeps, taking hold.
Steals the heart.

It cannot be seen.
It is not tangible,
nor evidenced in
a mere word.

It is found in actions,
deeds, and thoughts -
through faith and a
Process called taming.

It is called love.

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