Love's Return Poem by Matt Mooney
Love's Return
Children, the fruit of the tree of life,
Fall gently to the ground at birth,
Wrapped in cloths and cosseted.
Lovingly nursed in early childhood;
Soon set free to go and walk alone.
Lingering still in their Garden of Eden
To closely hug again the mother tree
That’s leaning down to gather them,
To garner what love she can retrieve
Before the autumn of their scattering..
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4/19/2024 10:44:05 AM # 1.0.0.1119
what shud do? R all of us in a hunt 4 smething? is it love one wants?