What is love if not sacrifice?
A bending of your own free will,
to look into another eyes,
to keep on loving steadily still.
Selfish wants and trivial needs,
only serve to perpetuate,
angry words and jealous deeds,
that never hope to satiate.
A quiet, patient constant calm,
that springs from faith thats true;
shields your love from every harm,
and make it seem brand new.
So, keep the faith in what you saw, those aeons long ago,
Love will conquer, love will grow, your old love will endure.
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