Love


There's this thing called love, it's only a four letter word.
True love requires trust, so we carefully observe.
There's this thing called love, that is said to be blind.
True love is what we seek, but it is so hard to find.
There's this thing called love, that has no part with evil.
True love consist of happiness, to be shared with someone equal.
There's this thing called love, that is said to be gentle.
True love should never hurt, its flame shall always Kindle.
There's this thing called love, that we all want to share.
With that significant other, it first starts with care.
There's this thing called love, that will lift you up if you ever fall.
God gave it to me when he blessed me with you, It is the greatest gift of all.

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