Love will happen, so they say Or is it that it passes, or transfers, in its wake?
No matter when love will happen if you see, and heed, and give bay
The beauty of love given first, is one who is not afraid.
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Posted: Dec 2009
About this poem:
this is a poem of one giving love first. The one that usually does will be the one that truly is rewarded in the end by what they give, not by what they recieve.
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