Never Fading Love

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    Never Fading Love

    Love never fades

    It never ceases to care

    To call or check up.

    Love is a magical thing

    It can open a mans mind or

    Close ones eyes

    But it will always lead you

    On the right path if

    You are willing to listen and follow

    Love is the understood silence

    Between two people

    When you can just look them in

    The eyes and know what to say

    And what they are thinking.

    Love is never mean it’ll never lie

    Cheat or beat you down.

    Love will always understand

    It will never judge or point fingers

    At anyone

    Love is in the simplest of touches

    In the smallest gestures or words

    They are the ones we don’t think about

    We just do the little things

    That put smiles on people’s faces

    Or warms their hearts just a

    Little each day.

    Love will out last everyone

    And everything after every up

    And every down weather you

    Are poor or rich it’ll grow stronger

    With each blessing day it’ll

    Always be there to help you back up

    When lives kicked you down.

    Love is an amazing thing always

    Hold on to it and thank God for

    Everyday you have with it

    never take it for granted.

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    sammia commented on Never Fading Love

    01-26-2010

    Wonderful piece, you paint a lovely picture with your words. This love is very hard to find.Keep writing and sharing.

    jlynn20

    01/26/2010

    its the love i see that my grandparents share

    redbloodink commented on Never Fading Love

    01-26-2010

    the power of love..... nicely wrote here... it endures all things.... even the bad is for the good... That's what God says..... nice write .... red

    A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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