The true treasure of love lies in the heart that esteems it,
not the one who's abundance was so quickly forgot.
For the one to whom love is a wonderous thing,
will share it with relish, leap, skip and sing,
and cherish love as special, worth everything.
But those who have had so much that its value is lost,
or even worse, spurned it as boring compared to pure lust,
will tread on the purest of love, never counting the cost.
Concerning the love that you share, its quite better by far,
to always count the love you have as rare as touching a star.
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