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Poetry by Harold Wilson
A POEM BY HAROLD C. WILSON, Death Row Pennsylvania
Love is feeling to be learned.
It is tension and fulfillment.
It is deep longing and hostility.
It is gladness and it is pain.
There is not one without the other.
Happiness is only
a part of love this is what has to be learned.
Suffering belongs to love also.
This is the mystery of love, its beauty and its burden.
Love is a feeling to be learned.
Two things stand like stone, kindness in another's
Courage in one's own
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