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.
