So oft I've read what poets sang of love,
To feel their joy far years in vain I sought;
At last love came, a cooing little dove;
The joy it brought!
And since the day when I first sipped the wine,
I've felt a song I would all men could hear,
Though vainly I have sought for word and rhyme,
To make it clear.
To teach this song love only has the power;
To mortal man the door is sealed, though near.
Some day the door will open, you'll discover
Love's song and hear.
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