The Gift of Love
Love's the gift that keeps on giving,
It really doesn't cost that much.
It's there to share from those who care,
By words, gestures, or healing touch.
Heard loud in hearts throughout the world,
We scurry to its beckoned call.
A gentle sound forever bound,
And will for sure outlive us all.
Copyright © Randy Freie | Year Posted 2023
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