M-irth of love lasts a lifetime,
I-t brings peace of mind;
N-othing can surpass it,
E-ven hope is far behind.
R-apture of love stays forever,
V-ilest anger can't endure;
A-pril twenty-second Saturday, hate turns into pleasure.
G-od's greatest gift
O-ffers joy from above;
H-appiness has come from
E-ndless mirth of
L-ove.
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