Love is such a common commodity Yet as priceless as the rarest jewel Songs are sung and poems are written Lovers seek for it everywhere And there it is all around us Waiting for it to be found For some it could be a lifetime To find this perfect love And others find it quite easy Consider themselves the lucky ones So look in places least expected And then you'll find what you seek For love is begging to be found
Since love, this priceless jewel, is 'begging to be found' our task becomes easier - I thought love was eluding us instead, but poets know better and we must follow your advice. From what you say it is obvious that hope dies last. Best wishes and thanks for your reassuring words!
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