To love is not to wound deep,
Words unkind, a debt we keep.
Illness calls for care, not scorn,
Rudeness reaps what hate has born.
No excuse for hearts to stray,
Kindness lights the darker way.
In bonds we build, let grace stay,
Disrespect breaks what love may lay.
Sep 20, 2025
Sep 20, 2025 at 4:55 AM UTC
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