What Is Love
What is true love,
A rhyme from God,
Blessed with years of friends,
Here without end,
A spruce very tall
Blesses everyone and all.
The majesty of the mountains supreme,
Reflected by God's sunlight beam.
Relatives that are caring and kind,
They bring us peace of mind.
The love of a performer and his ways,
Blesses my nights and days.
Christmas where real love is found,
Because your relatives and friends are around.
Author: Gwen vone Erlach Schutz
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