Love

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Much is often said, of love,
But words are not enough;
That it blooms in spring
And is bold in summer
It’s plain for all to see.
But it is in the autumn of life,
If not withered by time,
That it truly shines.
And only on reaching winter
Does it reveal itself to be
More precious than gold.

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