Love is a way,
to past the time.
Like watching the sun set,
sipping lemonade
through the window shade.
Love is a way,
to keep the sadness away.
Like friends and family barbecues,
ribs and red beans.
Relishing the moments.
Love is a way,
to remind you that hate is a bad word.
Always heard,
but seldom thought to be absurb.
Love is a way,
to be in the way,
to walk in the way,
and following the way.
Love is the way.
Richard J Wright (2011)
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