Love, within its mysterious fancy,
Desiring the warmness of many a heart,
It flatters with endearing fantasy,
In where to muse the ecstasy of its art,
Brewing joy with ethereal alchemy,
Which in all keenness it wants to impart.
With the conquest of its capriciousness,
At last, love chances the source of sure delight,
The spiritual virtue of uniqueness,
When a splendid vision comes to its sight.
No more uncompleted, but for ever whole,
Sweet love, nor ever and again adrift,
Thus is in one another's in heart and soul,
In such magic, love nurtures its true gift.
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