Doubt everything but love,
given freely;
Receive such gift, offered
without account.
Forbidding, when there is
no guarantee;
No clause to ponder, how it
may amount.
Though true-spoken, some
doubt veracity;
Hold mistrust as icon, tho’
no favour,
Seek loneliness, proclaim
their liberty
In charnel house, where no life
to savour.
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Hugh again EH!? 🙂
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Har de har! 🙂 Not. Actually. Very general on this one. You’ll know when it’s Hugh. There’ll be a picture! x
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there are days when I doubt even love
for I realized today only those who love can be hurt by that love…
Wonderful poem, I like it
the name Hugh through me ….as I was stunned by my friend Hugh’s words today:)
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That doesn’t sound so good, Maryrose. I hope the hurt is able to be healed.x
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needed to hear this, loved it! 🙂
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Thank you so much. 🙂 x
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