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What is this that I now feel,
Held close in gentle arms?
No pain, no fear;
'Cos they are near;
No strike from hateful palms?
To hear true words of comfort
That let me know my place;
To sense concern,
And compassion;
Joy when they see my face?
My heart once hard from beatings,
My heart once dead through grief,
I now must walk;
That longest road;
That helps me find true peace.
My Brothers now forever,
And when push comes to shove,
They'll guard my back,
And light my way;
While I learn: "What is love?"
(By Joel Short Date - 27th October 2004 For my Big Brothers, Cor and Sean.)
Co-Written by Ilúvantír, First posted in Chapter 4 of "CSV-DSM" by ACFan