The poetry of love is the greatest gift God gave us. — Sorin Cerin, Wisdom Collection: The Book of Wisdom
The poetry of love is the greatest gift God gave us. — Sorin Cerin, Wisdom Collection: The Book of Wisdom
The poetry of love is the greatest gift God gave us. — Sorin Cerin, Wisdom Collection: The Book of Wisdom
The poetry of love is the greatest gift God gave us. — Sorin Cerin, Wisdom Collection: The Book of Wisdom
The poetry of love is the greatest gift God gave us. — Sorin Cerin, Wisdom Collection: The Book of Wisdom
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The poetry of love is the greatest gift God gave us.

— Sorin Cerin, Wisdom Collection: The Book of Wisdom
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