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Love...

Love comes early for some, late for others. Love comes even later for some, even later for others. Love comes several times for some. Love comes not at all for others, sadly.

All you need is love. Love has launched a thousand ships and makes the world go round. Love is a many spendored thing. Love stinks. Love is all you need.

Love is patient, love is kind. Love is blind. Love happens in a second. Love happens over time. Love is a secret that many have search for and discovered. Love is a secret that many have search for and not found.




Love...

     Love grows, love shows,
     Love knows, love glows.

   Love cares, love tears,

       Love spares, love shares.

  Love wills, love thrills,

 Love fills, love fulfills.



© 2013 ajwrites57

 image: http://www.flickr.com/photos/geishaboy500/


If you like this poem, I've linked to another below.    :o)

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