Love

Love does indeed Conquer all For it is The Love of self That melts The frozen rain Of inclemency That melts The icey look Of once dear friendships That melts The rusted steel Of of locked passages Behind doors That lead To new friends And sunny days

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It really doesn’t matter If there’s is nothing new to sayOr no new way to say it Because  it’s about more than us More thanThe writerThe actor The artistIt’s also aboutThe viewerThe listenerThe thinkerThirsty to take in something newWe talk so oftenAbout our inner childOften forgettingEveryone has one