The Gift
Love is not a commodity
Like milk
Nor is love wasted or spoiled
Love is not a factor
Like time
Nor is love measured
By how much is given
Love is a gift
Love sparks the hope
In those who are lost
Like in a sea of desperation
Love is like a seed
And when the heart
Opens up to love
Then love will
Flower
And then the gift
Will be passed on
And then the gift
Will be pass through
The bearer
And then the gift
Of love will be given
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