LOVE IS...
The giving of one's self
Without thought or reason,
Reaching out and touching
The very soul of another,
Through a gentle word
Or act of kindness,
Overlooking the weaker points
Of anothers character
And building upon his better ones.
Accepting him for who he is
And judging him not,
For what he fails to be.
Holding him up,
When he cannot stand,
Carrying him
When he cannot walk.
Listening to his silence
When he cannot speak,
Beleving in him
When he has lost faith
In himself.
Letting go.....
When he no longer loves you,
But loving him anyway.
GlendaŠ1982
WHERE LOVE HAS BEEN
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