Observations

Love is charity, and charity
is giving with nothing to gain.
Love is serenity, courage, wisdom,
the considerations of change.
Love is peace beyond understanding,
a song in the silence, a calm in the storm.
Love walks through the noisy street
and delights in being a part of it.
Love stands in an open field


and listens to the song.

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