Flowers
Love's Gift
Love is so precious, a rare and beautiful gift   
Some people seem content to let love drift    
Into their lives for only a short while,   
They never seem to laugh and they never smile.   
When love came into my life, I wasn't sure what to do   
Should I stand in its way or let it pass through   
So I held out arms and it rested in my hands   
Love is with me now; it is here where you stand.   
You came into my life; I couldn't let you go   
Now happiness and laughter, is all that we know.
Katherine Wolfheart
 
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