Used to often.

Said too much.

Taken lightly.

Treated rough.

Love so lost.

But you have found.

Something treasured.

Something sound.

In words unspoken.

Actions shown.

Love has a place.

Soft, unbroken.

Love is young.

But it will grow.

Deeper, strong.

Love will know.

What hate cannot

And hold what pain.

This world has brought.

Love so used.

Thrown and abused.

Hear the cry.

And be the keeper.

Stop the knife.

That cuts this beauty

Protect its life.

Love is yours.

Treasure dearly.

Don’t ignore,

It’s delicate beauty.

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