Love for one another,
How easily forgotten,
Although, so often spoken of.
Love is constant sacrifice,
Not just a mere mirage
That comes and goes,
Remember,
More love less hate
Love is what our souls,
Are supposed to be made of.
So if in you there is no love
To give,
You have no soul.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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Surprise, twist ending. I certainly wasn't expecting the last two lines to end that way! Still, truth isn't always pretty, is it? Thank you for a thought-provoking poem.