My love likes to wrap itself in warm mittens
And scarfs, and woolly knitted sweaters.
It dons galoshes and strides down running streams,
My love wants to get its feet wet, but it is so timid.
My love wants to run free, into waiting arms-
And from there to fly very high, in calm skies.
My love wants to look down on everything and breathe,
And remember how wonderful it is, just to be!
We must always begin with the least thing necessary for happiness,
And work our way up, from there-
That's why I'm starting with you..
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Wonderful - a great philosophy.