Never bought, never sold,

something aught, a story all ways told.

 

Young yet old and not to physically hold.

 

Can never be given by deceit,

and this gift never comes with a receipt.

 

This gift can never be burned,

and is always returned.

 

Bright as a star, yet physically unseen.

Light like a true heart, karma-smatically clean.

 

Simple, yet PRESENT everywhere.

A gift of the ages. Merely, very rare.

 

Atop the crown of a true heir,

holds up through dimensional tears.

 

This gift can be wrapped in various forms.

Packages of many. Tall, small, torn & worn.

 

Only ONE lives on throughout existence.

Like the breath in your lungs,

Free With No Resistence.

 

...The Gift of Love

 
 
 
 

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