Love can be heavy, ponderously weighty.
So serious that hearts can feel no delight.
Waves of dull colour sweep over the soul
And sadden the heart from early 'til late.
But love can come lighter, pleasantly fresh.
So sparkley that feet have to dance, bright
Rainbow colours invade the mind, glowing
Over each morning, and cover night no less.
If letting in lovelight makes the eyes shine,
And smiles broaden easily, there's no doubt
The spiritual kind has really arrived
To gladden life. This love is yours and mine.
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