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                         The Threads of Love

Love is a thread that binds us tight,

A gentle warmth, a guiding light.

It whispers softly, day and night,

And makes the darkest moments bright.

Love is a song we all can sing,

A melody in everything.

It lifts us up; it gives us wings,

And fills the air with joyful springs.

Love is a garden where hearts bloom,

A scent that chases away the gloom.

It lives in smiles, in hands that hold,

A treasure far more rare than gold.

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What do you see when you see trees?

My eyes travel each trunk and branch.

With feathered leaves in blowing breeze

till the chipper comes with a cranch