In his early youth he was cannon fodder
Later he built up his immune system,
Began dressing warm when the heat was on
Tolerance
Hatred is easy,
Nothing is learned, gained, or earned
Love, on the other hand,
Takes effort, nurturing, understanding, and attention
It is a challenge, more of a risk than hate
Love,
Too often it gets turned into something ugly,
But why not try to make it beautiful?
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