Tender love, to be in a world that is covered, though hanging shoulders on people I love, knowing that nothing could be littered in their care. Impulsively courageous, I could be leaning on their tender care. Oh, what a love that can blind the seer and leave the impersonator surrounded by mighty and able men of value and respect. Love that is irresistible yet magnanimous.After being folded in fake infatuations, I thought that true love could never exist. Living in this conception, I'm forced to believe in fake love. Dying in pain, where can I find love that will console? Love that will tell me to continue even when I feel like giving up? A true and tender love.All my life, I have been longing to have this genuine love that kills all void and erases all hatred. Oh, where can I meet this kind of love? Love that shields and grows, this kind of love, immeasurable, that unleashes every bit of its tenderness, cares, and charming. Love that is beautiful and unavoidably important.Right from the beginning of the world, you exist, with power to heal and change, demonstrating the power of loving even when despised. It was love that brought the world together, love that keeps the world going. Looking deep, I've discovered that man can't really stay without loving, because true love is peaceful.It was love that took a man to Calvary, and made him hang on a wooden cross for three hours, hands and legs nailed onto the wood. It was love that heals and makes whole, even though the person it falls to might not accept it wholly, but you still win by your endurance, which are ever-beaming like the stars. It has shown that you are a mystery, too deep for men to understand. Even in pain, you endured, forgiving every bit of human transgressions.I wish men could understand.