Love

To love:  a blessing, a curse.

Love always seeks to uplift and keep the faith

Even though it is battered sometimes with hate

Love cannot bow out from its fate

It  continues to take and take.

 

Is it insanity that it cannot hate

Or is it truly some love do turn away

To seek shelter from harms way

That it may recuperate?

 

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