Love, your name is loyalty.

Loyalty sits on the edge of the bed when no one comes to call.

Traitors stab you with their tips; the loyal smack you on the lips.

Loyalties no need trophies.

Loyalty loses nothing by fearing to attempt.

Loyalty kisses fragility on both cheeks.

Loyalty is always gushing behind her lover’s back.

Loyalty can hold hands for sixty years without tiring.

Love is always loyal and whatever is not loyal is not love.

Royalty loves loyalty.

Loyalty is the soul of kin.

Loyalty has no mean and hungry look.

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