Love grows as you give it

You empty to fill

Throw wide open to hold it

Grow in free will

Give freely to get it

No offered bill

No falling dramatic

As old Jack and Jill

Freely receive it

With no thought of ill

And your Spirit will soar

Over any old Hill

Leaving nasties in life

An irrelevant kill

Written out of the World

By one Divine quill

Made many by giving away