Love is like sea, that touches every shore,
Surrounding all as hen would, to its chicks,
Its water reaches, even to the core,
Of the islands that the shoreline wave licks;
Love of mine is thus for humanity,
Caring unselfishly for creation,
As limitless as been, infinity,
With no hint of a pause or cessation;
Divine Providence laid down the basics,
For love not bound, by things so material,
In compassion, it's the foremost classics,
Never earthly, but rather, ethereal;
…….If love of mine be such, and no other,
…….Why can't anyone become my brother?
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