Love gives nothing but itself
And takes nothing for itself
Love cannot and will not possess
For love is sufficient unto itself
To love is to be in the heart of God
And to have no other desire but to be fulfilled
To melt like snow into a running brook
Singing softly in the night
To know too much tenderness
And the susceptibility of understanding
To give willfully and joyfully
Mesmerized by love’s ecstasy
To sleep with a full heart
And a prayer for your beloved on your lips
To awaken each dawn with a soaring heart
Giving thanks for another day to love
Love then is a gift, a rose of life
My fragrance freely given to you
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