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What Is
Love? ~
Unless I
show you
I love
you
How will
you
know?
I do not
need to
say to
you day
after
day
"I love
you."
because
By my
actions
you will
have
recognition:
My way
of
loving
may be
different
from
yours
Through
my eyes
you can
see my
heart?
And read
my
thoughts
Love,
comparable
to all
seasons,
can be
determined
:
Spring,
a season
of
growth,
Such is
love,
Summer,
the
season
of
warmth,
Such is
love,
Autumn,
the
season
of
color,
Such is
love,
Winter
oh
Winter;
Winter,
the
season
of
hardship,
Such is
love
Why,
when we
as
parents,
turn an
age
Our
children
set the
stage...
"Do you
have?
May I
borrow?
"I'm in
a bind,
can you
help me
out?"
All to
our
sorrow
They
turn
their
back and
walk
away
Endues
forgetting;
What
kind of
a parent
would I
be if I
Asked
them to
return
the
gifts?
After
all, a
gift is
just
that, a
gift?
Never
taking a
second
glance
Time
takes
it's
leave;
they
never
stay.
Life, as
the
blooms
of
spring,
soon
fades
away.
I have
my
faults,
don't we
all?
Who said
I was
perfect?
I too
stumble
and
fall,
Who has
said,
Stop
time!
Stand
still;
don't
come
until I
call!
Not me!
The
older I
get the
less I
know,
But this
one
thing I
understand
for sure
Death
knocks
on
everyone's
door.
It's
then,
all too
late,
to
wish we
had
spoken
those
three
precious
Words
more
often,
melodic
as a
song,
I truly
love
you...I
honestly
do.
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