I am a feeling,quite hard to define, Yet, it's a part of me, in every design. A love for all, With no limit nor bound, A force that spreads,without making a sound.
Some try to fake me, for their personal gain, But my nature is pure,and always will be the same. I am not quite tangible,nor am I easy to perceive, Yet, without me, this world would never achieve.
What am I?
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