Intellect's walls, firm from all stress,
Slough all assaults, save of caress.
The greatest monolith of all
Will melt, when rains of love do fall.
All questions, philosophic, pause,
When from the well of nature draws
That most improbable of dreams:
Love recognized, a thing that gleams
Such aching light, such want, such fears,
That losing it results in tears.
The lover covets like a child,
Shortcomings quickly hid and piled
Behind the need to have and please
And swear belief, on bended knees.
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