Our loves grow strong, aged and wise.
Our seasoned hearts, increased in size.
Traveling along the road of life.
Love is the one constant truth.
All we receive, steal and lose.
Few mesh with fibers of our being.
"Those" we carry endlessly.
We cry to them and always know
That when we laugh, that's where we'll go.
To the souls of those we've come to love.
The hearts of those, whose words we trust.
Blessed are we who've found and kept.
A diamond in this Earths big nest.
A hand to hold, so simple yet,
It holds our hearts and respect.
--Diva
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