Love cannot comfort the homeless' hunger
Nor can it provide a roof overhead
Nor does it help express a childs wonder
It leaves all those who are dying or dead
Love is not the air that fillith thy lung
It is not the blood that fillith thy vein
Love is not a song that needs to be sung
For it begins what we know to be pain
Yet, unable to provide life, we still need love
For we want something a little bit more
It heals our suffering when push comes to shove
Giving us something to move out the door
So love as much as you please with no regret
For if you dont your body will sense a threat
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