Greetings, Love; what is it you’ve done today?
Brought your fruits to the lives of many?
With your great intentions and all critics at bay
It is you, Love, whom people envy.
Despite all strife or mocking decay
of failed attempts plenty
You bring hope, and bring what may
We will all have great faith in thee
(In this or that way) .
Penny for my thoughts, a thought a measly penny
For thou one would always pay
Be your worst thoughts or relentless feelings, it’s good to have any…
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You know, Love, no matter what we all say
We crave you for you, so we’re a little less empty
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