What love do I mean
When I say that word
When there seem to be so many
Different enthusiasms evoked
That qualify for its use
Does it feel like it loses
Some of its power and focus
When that's just not true
It's the only word we have
That's strong enough to grow
Into being applied eventually
To everything and everyone
Even all we fear and hate
Whether it comes soon or late
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