Love Poem by Forrest Hainline

Love



Although
I speak in tongues
Of women and angels
I’m just sounding brass and cymbals
Without
Love, love
That has in mind
No evil, and sees as
A child sees, with faith to move the
Mountains

© 2008 Forrest Hainline

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