Love is patient, Love is kind
there is nothing that's like it
Nothing can compare.
We wait up at night thinking it will flee.
But it's consistent and persistent and will never go away.
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Love does not envy, Love does not boast
It's hard for us to see when no one is screaming "It's me, It's me"
No one claiming the prize or rubbing it in your face
Love is kind
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Love is a person who came for you and me
Love is eternal and sacrificial
It came down to earth to die on a tree for you and for me
Love always perseveres
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Love never fails
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Thomas Terry
Hello, I like using poetry and music to help connect people and find the meaning of life. We all have our own unique stories and I want to share mine to hopefully inspire you to share yours!
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