Set Free
Not bound by duty, but love’s decree.
A kindness given, a hand held tight,
A spark of warmth in the coldest night.
It asks no gold, no grand display,
Yet lights the dark along the way.
A whisper soft, a burden shared,
A silent proof that someone cared.
Not weighed by measure, nor time nor cost,
For love gives all and counts no loss.
To serve is not to bow nor bend,
But to uplift, to heal, to mend.
In simple acts, love finds its voice,
A gift unforced, a willing choice.
For service true is never forced—
It blooms from love, its purest source.
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