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The Love

 

 

In days gone by, love was pure,
No one owned another, that's for sure.
Now love's a memory, distant and faint,
In pursuit of gain, we paint.

 



What gain is sought, 

in reflections deep, 

Where once hearts danced, 

in love's sweet sweep? 

Yet circles form, with motives sly, 

All smiles exchanged, 

with a calculating eye.



In the tapestry of life, a thread so fine,
Woven with care, in a design divine.
Social care, a gentle, guiding hand,
Humanity and love, a bond that'll stand.

In the echoes of laughter, and tears that fall,
A symphony of kindness, embracing all.
Compassion's melody, so soft and clear,
Building bridges, erasing fear.

In the warmth of a touch, or words so kind,
A balm for the soul, a healing find.
Humanity's embrace, wide and free,
A testament to what we can be.

Through trials and triumphs, hand in hand,
Social care and love, a foundation grand.
For in each act, big or small,
We find the truest measure of us all.

Reflect on what's truly sought,
Once hearts connected, pure and taut.
Now in circles, motives we weave,
Smiles exchanged, but few believe.


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