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Without Love


We’ll never get to heaven
Without love
All the monies spent
Don’t even make a dent
Without love

We’re cut from a different design
Originals all
Each had an umbilical cord
Was tied to mom’s apron strings
Followed by dad’s purse strings

Then our heart strings lead us
Towards the Ideal
A Model to emulate, to imitate
But we can’t buy our way to heaven
Without love


©Denise G Allen, 22 August 2013 04:10