Love is the thing that knows no bounds,
That echoes from the heart without a sound.
Sweetest only when heard from two,
Like mother to son or lovers true.
And pounding is the gentle rain,
That nurtures the child and saves him pain.
Yet remembers that the sun doth come,
And again find comforts not to some.
Though I’ve seen it from far to land,
From coldest sea to hottest sand,
Forget I’ll not, my love for thee
And here it is, for all to see.
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Submission Name: Love Is The Thing....
