Love

Love is like the river that flows

On different paths it will go

For love is a mystery indeed

For those who don’t seek and find

Love is in scattered places 

In the wooden home of a fair young woman

In the battle, on the lips of a loving man

In the eyes of the children

For true love they could find and see

Love is a great thing

Peace and calmness it would bring

It is mysterious in ways

But it would reveal itself

To those who believe in its face.

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