In The Name Of Love

No weapons, has love
It does not cut, scratch or bruise
It has no hands to slap your face
or fists to punch or feet to kick
no fingers to pinch or teeth to bite
it never draws blood
or pulls your hair
or twists your arm
it can not burn
or shoot a gun
no knife to hurt
it cannot push or shove
it's all in the name of love
it is bliss but it can be evil
and destroy.

by Lois Rougeaux

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