Love
God above's greatest gift is love.
When it's given as it was meant to be,
Not the heartless and empty way which
Professes love for the purpose of
Those who do not love themselves.
Love received into an empty heart
Temporarily breaks mine, but I can
Still love myself - still give love,
Never running out of the real thing.
To God of love, to thee I love to sing.
Copyright © June Ellen Smith | Year Posted 2010
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