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#Trueloveis


The start of true love

is as old as time,

even older than time.

Thereis patience.

 

From first sight

to last earthly goodbyes,

true love remains.

There is endurance.

 

A promise told in secret

leaves no other ear tingling.

and no other bed touched.

There if faithfullness.

 

From the rising sun

to way past its setting,

a desire to help is kept for one another.

There is giving.

 

As the first words uttered by a baby

are never forgotten,

neither are the gestures of kindness.

There is kindness.

 

As man enters the world as an infant,

and leaves in rinkles,

so does true love.

There is growth.

 

As the runner stacks trophies,

and a child gives hugs,

there is only true joy around.

There is no keeping lists of wrong doings.

 

From an infant cries for food,

to a great grandma's knowledge,

doubt fades away.

There is trust.

 

As a flower grows in silence

and a dog lays by your side,

all is at peace.

There is no wanting.

 

True love has no bounds.

From minute one, to day one million,

True love acts only for the benefit of another.

Love has no heart breaking endings.

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