An Iliad of Love
The Eternal Force That Conquers All
Sing, O soul, of the force unseen yet felt— the pulse beneath the pulse, the flame older than stars, the roar quieter than thought—Love.
Not the cheap mimic paraded by poets who never bled, but the true Power, the force that shaped galaxies and holds quarks in place.
In the beginning—Love moved.
And matter obeyed.
The void became voice, the chaos became cosmos, and from that breath, all things lived.
Love descended into flesh to wear hunger, to weep, to break, to rise.
It entered wombs. It walked among wolves. It touched lepers, rebuked Pharisees, washed feet, and carried crosses.
Love was spat on, pierced, mocked—and still said, “Forgive them.”
Empires trembled at its silence.
Demons screamed at its presence.
Death itself—retreated.
Do not confuse Love with weakness.
Love is a warrior’s crown.
It endures every betrayal, and still returns with open arms.
It is thunder wrapped in tenderness, a sword hidden in a kiss.
Love outlasts time.
It outshines suns.
It overthrows thrones.
It undoes the ego with one glance.
Where hate divides—Love restores.
Where fear binds—Love liberates.
Where death reigns—Love resurrects.
And in the end, when all other forces burn out—Love will remain.
Still radiant.
Still victorious.
Still whispering: “You are mine. You always were.”
This is not just a feeling.
This is the foundation of all that is.
Love is not passive.
Love is the weapon of God.
And Love…always wins.
