People have written a million and one things I am sure about love. I am sure I have nothing new to say, but I find myself longing to say something

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How joyous is it to hear the words I love you
love promises to see your days through


But words can quickly fall to the ground
whisked away in the wind never to be found.


So much yammering about sweet love
but what does this yammering and sweetness solve


Love is sometimes closing your mouth when you want to scream
Being kind when your temperĀ  steams


To love is to give of oneself when it hurts and there is no gain
love that never has any challenges seems invaluable and lame


Love often requires selflessness and time
Like writing a song letter or this rhyme