Claret filled the bleeding heart.
Glass fragile.
Shattered.
Bread was broken.
Shared with friends.

In love of God.
A celebration of the gift given.
From the lord of all.
The gift was love herself.

Angels kisses touched the blessed.
Those who spoke the words of lords.
Love should be the celebration.
For without love.

No more children would be born.
Not products of imagination.
Products of blessed emotions evocation!
A gift of love's respect!
By ladylivvi1

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