Love your country,
Love your life,
Love your family,
Especially your wife.
Love can be many, many things,
For many people; it all depends
On just what you're seeking.
Love your neighbor,
And your enemies too,
Then one day -
It will come back to you.
Love is like a precious flower;
It will grow or will devour;
It all depends on care that's given,
And efforts put forth into the living.
Love your master and your Lord,
For all the great things he has given.
Without God, there would not
Be a world to love,
Or a way to have our sins be forgiven.
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