Love hath no meaning
For man to discern,
Heart's cannot fathom
A being so pure.
Words seek to govern
Yet can never describe,
Such beauteous concept
As Charity's bride.
Clay hands ever reach
Toward her heavenly face,
Yet never can grasp
Her ethereal grace.
Her ways are above us,
Her thoughts are not mine,
She is immortal and precious,
We are governed by Time.
Like a star in the sky
she shines glorious and free,
I can't understand Love,
Can she understand me?
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