Gratitude is not to be deserved or given,It is to be bestowed in love, by each other;
Seldom, the doer of the kind act, say so...
Kindness is though, my possession rather.
Never a heart without the faith within,
and the trust for the cause itself;
Can reach beyond the material being,
and let oneself, for that cause, get delve.
Settling the scores and counting the favors,
Talking words harsh, darker than grave;
Poor thou being, mistreating self and others,
God guide those soul, God do them save.
Superior is the essence of love and its ways,
Can never be measured in petite obligations;
Perhaps, this mystery, brains can never solve,
Demands no less than, soul to soul amalgamation....
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