Love is not a fruit or vegetable in a garden it does not grow
And in their lifetime some the feeling of love never know
It does seem it is a gift of the compassionate and kind
For love there is not much space in the ego swollen mind
There are many sorts of love yes far more than a few
To this you may even say do tell us what is new
The love of a mother for her child usually has a longer time span
To it than a woman has for the love of a man
Love to it has many sides in it's varying degrees
But it cannot be found on the bushes and the trees
Of more people who have in them love the Human World is in need
But it never does survive amongst narcissism and greed
And those who have love in them usually have it for to spare
And the surplus love they have with others are happy for to share.
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