A Gentle Love - Poem by Brian Harris
Ours is a gentle love
That flows as if a singing stream
need never seek the lowland plain
And never fall from hills so green.
Ours is a sweetheart's love
As if that first day dawns again
And when the golden sun does set,
Our tranquil lives remain.
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