Love's Importance
I once was questioned by a man
Why each time when I lifted my pen
I always seemed to write of love
Whenever a new poem I would begin
Love, love, love, he shook his head
Much better you would surely be
If you wrote without using that word
Letting its spirit inwardly creep
Choosing carefully before I answered
Asking the spirit for the words to say
I simply said I am moved daily to write
About His amazing love with my praise
My faith I replied is also a real reason
I choose to embrace love within so near
And with its energy I know when I do
I will keep His Spirits presence near
But most of all by sharing loves beauty
I will resemble what He gives the best
And each day I will lead a joyful life
As part of His pure love which never rests.
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