Heirs Of Love
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Love is nectar immortal
Which can
Neither be measure
Nor be compared
With anything mortal
It’s the inspiration
That makes
Sing beautifully
And the voice of heart
That echoes universally
Ages ago
God sent a saint
To spread the scent
Of heavenly flowers
Into the dry feelings
Of His children
Nor only man
But also the Almighty
Love is a necessity
The hearts
Combined with true love
Are His heirs
The throw away
All the hate and envy
Without any delay
Bu şiiri puanla
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