Love is near
But a heart's sojourn is far
And deserves a heart surgeon
To bring near love its desires.
Love is far
Still the wing of a heart does fly
The cuddling arms of love
Here are cold and wintry
And a summer lies far ahead
Where legs will trudge on for warmth
But where the heart's wings will fly
And catch a bossom of warmth
No matter how far
The heart is the abode of love.
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