Love is genuine
When given away
To someone who
Can’t repay.
Love is kind
Despite the faults
That we find.
Love is unselfish
Thoughtful I’m told,
That we wish
To be so bold.
Love is enduring
Long-suffering
Forgiving
Of wayward living.
Love knows sorrow
Love knows pain
Love knows death
Yet, love remains.
Love is fragile
Like a flower;
Too little attention
Turns it sour.
Love is never alone.
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