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Commitment.

The sense of belief
That they instill,
When they show commitment
Without a bill,
And explain in detail
every aspect of the ill,
I can't help but feel
The emotions that reel,
And make me understand
The value of actions,
Beyond the words,

 Ah! What a relief,
To feel secure
And held by pure
Affection and Love,
To be reminded
Of fragile humanness,

 When the flaws are loved,
And the right memories are touched,
When the guilt is uplifted,
and shown kindness,
And when every aspect of being
Is treasured and admired,

 The calmness is revisited,
The solitude gets cherished,
The soul feels humbled,
The body feels relinquished,
The hidden art resurfaces,
And the thousands of desires
Again, start burning like a fire!

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