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"...Subtract the intolerance... minus the bitter words..." |
| Love holds many truths for us, For that we should be clear. It binds us, shows our gratitude To those we hold so dear. Let us add our likenesses The dislikes we’ll subtract - The times that we agreed on things And the moments we’d react. Treasure love, as adding to A dear, sweet legacy - A personal chest we take things from Which stores a loved one’s memory. Subtract from love the intolerance Of habitual miscues daily, And minus the bitter words of those Who claim to love us truly. Love is more than a caring lift To those whose souls endure; It means subtracting many hours Of hate which love can cure. If another person loves you, Might that person love you best? And if you love that person, too, Would your own love pass that test? Love holds many truths for us, But the main one giving us struggles Is that love will surely never come To the desperate soul who haggles. So all your love is special; You truly won’t regret Subtracting the evil, target aim Of those who find you sweet. |