Love
Love
Four letters filled with hope
a hope so well deserved
Yet often not so well preserved
To love is not to gain, to attain
No, love is but to give, to commit
To sacrifice, to lose, to miss
Then in return it will give flourish
When love is found, what happens next,
it supersedes confusion’s vex
After all is given to and through
Love makes life worthwhile and true
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