Let us not say that we have loved in vain
Though waning passion oft is love’s memoir;
For love is love, and so it shall remain
If tended near or yet unstoked afar.
Love is a kindness that is not forgot,
It is a blessing that fond hearts bestow;
It is a gift that never is for nought,
A sacred reverence that with time can grow.
Love is an understanding, deep and pure
That like souls feel when they connect in time;
It is a promise that does not immure
In twisted tenets that false creeds define.
The human heart is best defined by love;
As in these lines my thoughts on you may prove.
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