At the opportune time love reveals its well-appointed purpose,
For love can be restorative bringing back your joie de vivre.
Love is not unlike the desert flower that opens its aromatic petals
Love is the perpetual spring or an artesian well;
Love is a bread baked in the oven of life, so thus tempered,
It can endure pain and grief soaring above life's calamities.
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