all that is, shall summon thine heart
for want of more tis that i endure
all that is, shall not do us part
it wakes and beckons, the silent stir
take no leave from such treasure
thine heart beats to that which is true
for we shall find no equal measure
yours for mine and mine for you
my thoughts be light as breezes soft whisper
my heart soars as the wind upon the sparrows wing
give surrender to that which cannot wither
feelings as these—one must not hide but sing
I sing for you—I sing for us—I sing for love!
I sing like angels from the heavens above!
my love, to wit be true
this blessed curse none to undo
as beauty flows from deep within
we harbor that which is rare but found
with no right place from which to begin
and cherish it all, as we are so bound
thine ache of sorrow
as all doubt shall subside
shall be gone by the morrow
through nature's thread of time
look not in jest or in contrary
for you, my love, be so true
tis been said, so be not weary
from my depth, I give unto
tis love we savor for you are mine
tis love we favor for all of time
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