LOVE

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Love is a strange thing.

It is a flower so delicate

that a touch will bruise it,

and so strong that nothing

will stop its growth.

Think how often we miss love

in a lifetime-by a wrong

gesture-by an unspoken word.

By not keeping silent at the

right time. We lose it by the

interference of other people;

by lack of money; by a quarrel

over a trifle; and yet we cannot live

without it.

 

I was looking through my high school yearbook and I came across this. Strange, first time I see this in there.