[Written for the Sentinel]

Love's Reflection

What is love? I asked a child,In whose eyes shone sweet content.Love is mother, she replied,Smiling as she homeward went.

Simple words from childish lips,Yet with hidden import fraught.Ofttimes is the deepest truthMirrored in the childlike thought.

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