No love is better,
Than that love one has.
To offer with it given,
Without expectation.
Or requests to suggest,
What one does to do to leave...
Should be returned to get.
Since love to show and know,
From where it is received.
Never diminishes in quality.
Or stops the flow,
Of the supply that bestows it.
And the faithful are always there,
With God to have their love replenished.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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