Love: A Way of Life

Love comes quickly

And leaves silently.

It bears no envy

Or grudge of any kind.

Love leads leaders,

Gives peace to peacemakers,

Provides hope for the hopeless.

They say love is blind

But it sees good

In every person.

Love is more than a thing:

It is a price, a gift,

A way of life.

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