what a conundrum; we are to love without condition
love a mate till death you part,
love a child with all your heart
but not to love above God; a jealous God
He is our creator, our maker, our molder
told about to us as we grow older
there will come a day when we shall meet Him
until then we must honor and revere Him
lay down your life for another; a loved one, a stranger
what validates the risk for a life in danger
take nothing for granted, take all for giving
baubles and trinkets are left to the living
for no moth or worm will ever negate
what is stored above within heaven's gate
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