Love flees, Love finds, and Love never lies.

Love flees the selfish,

In its place Lust is disguised,

But Love finds the pure.

 

When Love finds the pure,

Their sorrow will cease to be,

For Love gives comfort.

 

With comfort comes truth,

And the truth will set you free,

For Love never lies. 

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