From the womb to the tomb and all in between,
Acts of good and of evil made from choice.
Personal love unseen by those not yet in love,
Have not yet opened their heart to he or she the other.
Every kindness not yet done could not be done,
Before our births waiting yet to come.
The act of kindness and loves unseen is yet still,
While those who hurt just to cause pain, sets us back
The pain of love unseen,
Must always stem from the act of your one kindness.
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Life is the interplay of various forces- negative & positive- that give shape to our personality. Thanks. From the womb to the tomb.... The act of kindness and loves unseen is yet still,