dear senpai,
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let His love that abounds in you soar high in the air like a great ship hoisting its main flag.
that love that through storms and flames shall not shy away,
though lightning itself may strike it will not decay.
even if a band of pirates were to come aboard and set the ship on fire,
the flag would not move nor detiorate its desire.
being never to leave nor forsake,
a strong mast to not crumble nor shake.
for because it does not fear then neither can this love hate.
the perfect love from above molds its prey into its shape.
the man who has not love is like a ship without its flag,
who cannot identify himself nor knows where he is at.
love,
louis