In the Human World love is well and alive
Without it humanity could not hope to survive
Those bereft of love are of the living dead
No greater gift than it of love can be said
Those who cannot love are spiritually unwell
And in the mind without love only bitterness dwell
Love blooms in the mind when all is said and done
And if you cannot love self you cannot love anyone
Love is like a beautiful flower that blooms from a tiny seed
And lucky are they who have it as 'tis a great gift indeed
Their worldly possessions with others they share
And their gift is a gift that is precious and rare
The sibling of compassion and empathy
At least anyway that's how it seems to me.
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