A love so precious, the purest of pure
untouched by desire, untouched by need.
No measure can hold it, no heart can compare,
for it stands second only to a mother’s love.
Unconditional as breath,
quiet as a prayer,
it lives not in the body
but in the soul that never fades.
It knows no ending,
only the miracle of being born
again and again
in the deepest chambers of the heart.
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