Love Comes To All
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Juan Olivarez
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Who knows when love will find a spot,
Inside a calloused heart.
And it matters little, who or what,
But one day it will start.
Love comes to all, sometimes it takes,
A while to get a grip.
But once entrenched, it fairly makes,
A torrent from a drip.
And once that calloused heart is healed,
It will be bright and new.
With grade A love it will be filled,
Like the leaves covered in dew.
11/18/10 Alton Texas
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