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There are things we do for love at the expense of our lives,
the pained heart still forgives,
the ear that's filled with lies still believes,
the face that's been slapped still blushes,
The eyes that's been made to cry still glitter,
all for pure love.
Money isn't enough, materials ain't enough,
it is enough to love.
Time isn't enough, but time is in love.
There are many choices,
but to love is a choice to make,
as it isn't birthed with the policy of giving and taking,
but grows to adopt it.
Love is a blind man that sees,
across the borders and overseas.
Love is darkness with light
to illuminate and make wrongs right.
Love is the earth that's embedded
with treasures and valuables that can make poverty alleviated.
Love is a blind man that sees,
despite being pushed to the edge,
wounded and sledge violently,
love is a blind man that sees only the positive sides of people.
Love is a blind man- blind to the wrongs and shortcomings of many.
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Thank you for your time.
My pen doesn't bleed, it speaks, with speed and ease.
Still me,
My tongue is like the pen of a ready writer.
Olawalium; (Love's chemical content, in human form). Take a dose today: doctor's order.
