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The Gift Of Love
Author: Catyrose

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My heart, my soul
They are my own
Not to be possessed
Love is to be given freely
It is but a gift
Wrapped in pretty papers
Bound together with ribbons of the lightest blue
Secured with care and thoughtfulness
For one’s very essence lies within
Hold my hand loosely
Embrace my being with the utmost care
Or I will surely flee
Leaving soft footprints in the desert sand
That will leave an everlasting mark
Upon a possessive and oh, so jealous heart

------- Author's Notes -------

Just a few thoughts that came to me this morning, as I reflect on some of the relationships I see in my midst.

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