Poetry

by

Gypsy Joy.

Love Is a Many Splendored Thing

But often caught in “ups and downs”

Hindering the world like a clipped wing.

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Brave fighters could tell

How love for one’s country feels the same

But would it ring a uniting bell?

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The world never seems to understand

That Love could Be a many Splendored Thing

If only all unite and lend love a peaceful hand.