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 in delight 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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Added on August 1, 2011Last Updated on March 2, 2025 AuthorTate 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.. |


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