Say not love when it is not
When what it brings is spot
On saintly garment of white
And rid the soul of sight
It isn't love when, in our hearts, it isn't pure
And against all odds stands not sure
On set precepts from up above
And agrees with wrongs forebode
That which is in the air
May not worth the need to share
Make not haste if you do not know
For it will only come and go
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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