Love's a Feeling (From, Dried Flowers)
Love's a feeling that everywhere should go,
Burn on like the stars in fiery dark skies;
Flower of waiting - surely must some time know,
Everything there is because truth has no lies.
Love in the heart is like song of the moods,
Measure for each measure so deeply with root;
Takes nothing because of its high altitudes,
Just like a bird or a tree with its breadfruit.
Passions of much hidden meaning as well,
The heart that is throbbing and still awaiting:
With a key you can't see or even touch;
Each part and realm the future can't foretell,
Nothing in there is made of reason debating:
Only what you give yourself - and as much.
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