I speak in soft shy whispers,
When I speak to my friends of you,
For true love is as strongest bars,
That can't be broken through.
Love a word used every day,
It is to mankind fused,
Mis-interpreted in every way,
To those that will it, wrongly be used.
That word is an instigator,
A dangerous beastly thought,
Its prayers are in every sector,
Where fights have ever been fought.
True love can't truly be expressed,
By speakers subtlest words,
But by deeds when ever distressed,
Or by the soft music of river toads.
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