Poems ✍️
Poems ✍️
10.11.2025
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The Gift of Love
No gold or diamond can compare,
To gentle hearts that choose to care.
Love is not bought, nor can it be sold,
It shines in the warmth that never grows cold.
A simple word, a steady hand,
Can make another understand —
That love’s the greatest gift we share,
The purest form of human care.
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