Love is the quiet gift we give,
Not wrapped in gold, but how we live.
In gentle words, in hands that stay,
In choosing kindness everyday.
It asks for little, yet gives so much,
A healing voice, a simple touch.
Through storm and sun, it finds a way,
To light the dark and guide the day.
So give it freely, let it grow.
For in it's giving, hearts will know.
Not wrapped in gold, but how we live.
In gentle words, in hands that stay,
In choosing kindness everyday.
It asks for little, yet gives so much,
A healing voice, a simple touch.
Through storm and sun, it finds a way,
To light the dark and guide the day.
So give it freely, let it grow.
For in it's giving, hearts will know.
Love is the quiet gift we give,
Not wrapped in gold, but how we live.
In gentle words, in hands that stay,
In choosing kindness everyday.
It asks for little, yet gives so much,
A healing voice, a simple touch.
Through storm and sun, it finds a way,
To light the dark and guide the day.
So give it freely, let it grow.
For in it's giving, hearts will know.
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