Love's cradle
In a caring mind
Love's cart within kindness heart
Love's candling the dark
in a countless way
Loss it for concentric hatred
Then is a vain
Then a life is a short
Regret is a lost
To claim is to keep
TO climb of the top
No to state of quo
In cliff of the hate
But to keep on the rise
To the keen of the love
To claim then alive
: -)
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