You've seen a mother
Nursing a child,
Giving freely
Of herself.
So altruistic,
She finds maternal pleasure
Through nurturing.
My close friend
Gave his son a kidney.
His very own organ,
Putting himself in jeopardy
For his son's prosperity.
The pleasure of altruism
Wasn't lost on me.
Have you seen the picture
Of the man on the cross.
He wears a smile
Behind his blood mask.
He found pleasure
In offering salvation.
No greater gift,
Can be bestowed
By man, woman or god,
Than the pleasures of self sacrifice.
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