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THE LANGUAGE OF LOVE

THE LANGUAGE OF LOVE

It's showing compassion
Caring
Giving what you've got
Sharing
Reaching one person at a time
Speaking the language of love
We're all in this together
May this, we never lose sight of
Hearts and hands reaching out
In times of great devastation
People pulling together, praying
Giving support, offering a donation
People standing together
Joining hands across the nation
Creating a living, breathing chain
A loving, peaceful demonstration
Speaking the language of love
Supporting the human race
It's nice to know, when it really counts
We're a people of compassion and grace

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Tony Taylor

Dear Poet Sister GAYLE!!.....I don't believe that a poem like this can be written without the heart of the poet being the perfect representation of what the poem itself is conveying...... you... my friend.....ARE....the compassionate heartbeat of this VERY compelling tribute to the beauty found in the foundation of compassion itself!!..... BEAUTIFUL!!...... tons-o-stars!!.......great stuff girlfriend!!.....LOVE and ROCKETS!!......T xo ?✳✴☀♥

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Gayle McMillan

Thank you so much for you're amazing comment!  I don't even know how to respond, except to repeat: Thank you so kindly! :-)

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