The spirit of friendship,

                          The kindness of hugs,

                           Relieves all the tension,

                           Relieves all the shrugs,

                           We search our hearts open,

                         For tenderness lost,

                         We open it widely,

                         At no uncertain cost,

                         The perils of torment,

                         The pleasure of love,

                          To which we receive,

                            Will depend on the dove,

                            When love comes a calling,

                           It dives in so deep,

                            It splendors the moment,

                            In day and in sleep,

                           If torment arises,

                            And kindness is lost,

                           Hold true to your knowledge,

                            If friendship it costs,

                            You'll know from the inside,

                            From deep in your soul,

                           That kisses and hugs,

                             Will never take a toll.

                           TenderHeart

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