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Love and kindness
<p>*Love Moves Quietly*</p><p><br/></p><p>Love doesn’t always shout. </p><p>Sometimes it’s a cup of tea left on the table, </p><p>still warm when you’re too tired to ask.</p><p><br/></p><p>Kindness doesn’t need a stage. </p><p>It’s the umbrella held a little wider, </p><p>so both of you stay dry.</p><p><br/></p><p>Love is remembering how you take your coffee </p><p>even on the days you forget your own name. </p><p>Kindness is not pointing it out.</p><p><br/></p><p>It’s in the small repairs — </p><p>a tap fixed, a word softened, a hand offered </p><p>without keeping score.</p><p><br/></p><p>Love is choosing someone on ordinary Tuesdays. </p><p>Kindness is choosing them again </p><p>on the days that aren’t easy.</p><p><br/></p><p>They walk together, love and kindness. </p><p>One lights the room. </p><p>The other makes sure no one’s left in the dark.</p><p><br/></p><p><br/></p>
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