A word called hate,
never could really relate.
Craddled in its arms,
on came the storms.
In came the agony,
then the catastrophe.
Being thrown around,
many times I hit the ground.

Moving on to a word called limbo,
I felt like a true bimbo.
Existing in between lands,
any word forced its demands.
I had to get out of there,
especially after I found I true ly care.

After much exploration,
I landed in a word called loves nation.
It took awhile to adjust,
but I felt it was a must,
so I cleared away all the dust.
Love doesn't mean love all the time,
sometimes it means crime.
Other times it means use,
some use it for abuse.
It depends on the characters morality,
how the love words ends up in functionality.

After many years,
shedding many tears,
experiencing many love fears,
I discovered what word I wanted to live in.
This is when true love began.
So I live in loves light,
but I'm no fool in sight.
Love warms the heart,
keeps it from falling apart.
It nourishes the soul,
keeping the heart more bold.

Learning to love our creator,
is true ly a hate eliminator.
Learning to love ones self true ly,
rules our existence duely.
Learning to love our fellow man,
lessens the hate demand.
We can not love others,
if hate self smothers.
Love helps lighten the load,
as we travel lifes difficult road.

Loveland
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