Now hear love
in its breezy blow,
when lights above
into timeless go;
the never-ending light
that comes and goes,
times timeless flight
that in memories glows.
Now hear truth
of its endless ways,
it is time's youth
that always stays;
in never-ending memory
in seasons moments on,
oh love's always free
and never done or gone.
Now hear love
it is without doubt,
but plentiful of
what passion's about;
it is always near
though coming and going,
it's courage and fear
without ever knowing.
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