Never a “thank you”

Never a “please”

Rarely “I’m sorry”

Except to appease

.

Never a need

Ahead of his own

Except when the dogs

Are expecting a bone

.

Always love, first

My mother would say

For love is of God

And, remember to pray

.

Forever the giver

Of love, even still

She endured to the end

As an act of the will

.

Always the teacher

Who never learns

Love never fails

Except when it burns

.

True love may elude

When two lives combine

Never is always

The telltale sign

.

.

.

.

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© 11/22/18    Ruth Ann Scanzillo        Thank you for respecting original material, however lame.

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