What is TruthA Poem by Tate MorganTrue love seeks not itself to please for it fears no loss of station Creating ease, with every breeze Heaven grows to Hell's frustration
Becky and I False love seeks of itself to please laughing at others pain and plight Joys in the tease, the loss of ease wreaking Hell of Heavens respite
True love seeks not itself to please for itself it has not a care Creating ease, with every breeze Heaven grows within Hell's despair
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StatsAuthorTate MorganMarion , OHAboutAvailable from Amazon XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX I am a product of the Midwest. Raised on the plain states of North America. I was nurtured on a .. more..Writing
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