Love
Love is like a Dove.
It flys in the wind restless and calm.
It creates a melody like a great, great song.
You never know when its power will hit you.
But after it does you'll have known it was there all along.
Even through the dark times love will prevail.
Shining bright on the Heavenly Grail.
Love is our source of happiness.
And to make it work we have to love one another.
Just like our great Father.
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