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My Tribute to Gentle Lovers

Love speaks to us in myriad ways:
It whispers on the wind;
It laughs among the falling leaves of autumn;
It sighs as rain washes softly on our faces.
Love speaks to us in blazing sunsets;
When soft morning mist dews the fields;
When an infant smiles;
When an elderly couple hold hands.
Love drifts on endless tides;
Across countries and over boundaries;
Along mountain tops;
And dipping valleys.
Love calls to us in gentle rebuke;
When lovers quarrel;
When injustice prevails;
And harm is done.
Love waits for us at every turn;
Waiting to be recognized;
Waiting to be felt;
Eager to be confronted.
Love is in each of us;
No matter the color;
No matter the race;
No matter the road we take.
Love is eternal;
Love is blind;
Love is in the air;
And you have found it.
Love can be held;
Love can be forever;
All you need to do is remember this:
Love is all we truly need.

(Charlotte Boyett Compo)