A quiet reading
Love should not be a battlefield, Where hearts clash like armies in the night, Each blow striking deeper, Each wound cutting wider, Until nothing remains but scars and silence.
Divine Love does not wage war, It does not set traps, Or build walls of misunderstanding, Or weave intricate webs of doubt and confusion. It flows like a river, Soft and gentle, A current that carries both souls toward peace.
But here you are, Caught in a never-ending struggle, Fighting battles that were never yours to fight, Tangled in the thorns of infinite obstacles, Of emotional walls too high to climb, Of abandonment that cuts too deep to heal.
You tell yourself it’s love, But love does not ask for sacrifice without peace, Love does not demand your soul in exchange for pain. Love does not make war It heals, it mends, it brings the light. And when love is Divine, There is no war. There is only peace.
Take a moment before choosing what comes next.
“Love should not be a battlefield,
Where hearts clash like armies in the night,
Each blow striking deeper,
Each wound cutting wider,”
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This curated edition is shared as personal artistic expression, not medical, financial or relationship advice. Sacred names and traditions are approached with respectful poetic or devotional context.
Narration is off in this release.
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