In Praise of Love
Love should be pure and passionate, a thing
Of flame and flowers frail, elusive, bright,
A sudden splendour, a most proud delight,
Tender as flowers by day,
And fierce as fire by night,
A singing wonder ever on the wing,
A magical, mad mood too sweet to stay.
Of flame and flowers frail, elusive, bright,
A sudden splendour, a most proud delight,
Tender as flowers by day,
And fierce as fire by night,
A singing wonder ever on the wing,
A magical, mad mood too sweet to stay.
Love is an inspiration which reveals
The grace of the beloved to our glad eyes,
So we who worship vehemently are wise,
The grace of the beloved to our glad eyes,
So we who worship vehemently are wise,
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