Love

Love so eternal is given by the Creator
Which is peculiar to no one man station
Almost the strongest affection of our nature
A reality found in our romantic region.

Love is a flame that burns in heaven
And its soft reflections radiate around us
What a precious gift so freely given
Accepting the Creator's Love, is a must.

Needless strike at its blossom or leaves
For love is the hardest thing to kill
A few drops of remorse from its memories
Can bring back its blossoms at will.

Love is the crowning grace of Humanity
The holiest right of the soul
A golden link that binds truth and duty
And maketh the human being almost whole.

by Ben S. Robertson

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R.I.P. i am sure your in heaven smiling . see you one day.