Love's Fantasia
The bird is tired of flying
the fish, of swimming
the sea, of murmuring
but my love for you keeps growing-
the wind is tired of blowing
the rose, of blossoming
the moon, of glittering
but your love for me burns still so radiantly-
when life is at its waning
the sun, in fading
the heart, in longing
I'll be there, at your bidding
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