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Love

Love, the most forsaken of all things. With it beauty and truth it brings. To have the love of another brings comfort to ones soul. Seeing two people in love is truly a sight to behold. Not knowing what to expect gives love its exhilaration. It makes your soul shiver from the pure anticipation. Love may bring with it great comfort and also great pain. It may do this often, but the experiences are never the same. We may lose the love of a brother and gain that of a friend. The paths to obtaining love will surely never end. Many may give up on love, but love is waiting in their midst. Love is sometimes harder to find, not as easy to find as a kiss.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2005




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