that had love for sale
it wouldn't charge a thing
it would just ask that you prevail
It would want you to love yourself
Deep down to your very soul
Heepings of self-love
served up in a huge bowl
It would require that you treasure your being
because you are wonderfully made
It wouldn't ask anything in return
except that you never let your dreams fade
So come on into this store that sells love
And pick what you like, sent from God above
For He is the greatest giver of them all
He wants you to shop there, because He will NEVER
...let you fall.
:-)
Sunday Scribblings word prompt: "poem"
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