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I wrote this on a Mission Trip that I went on Last Summer |
| Love is like water it comes and goes It flows freely when it pleases and it can be taken away By the drop of a pin but you will never run out of love to give Fire is the passion from which love derives Water calms the fire as it slowly builds love from the ashes of the flames of the broken Wind blows love in many directions never staying in one place You never know where love will be found next Earth is the ground which love can never leave for it will always and forever be with your soul no matter how cold hearted one may be love never dies and neither with earth, wind, fire, nor water for it makes up what love truly is. |