L-ove's touch is neverending,
A-lways giving a favor;
N-othing wrong is made,
I-t truly makes no
E-rror.
M-onday twelfth of June
A-ims to meet the sky above;
G-od is there to share
N-everending touch
O-f love.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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