Love, even love, must know its bounds and stay
Within the boundary of a gentle heart.
For if love strays too far, it will betray
The noble grace with which it did depart.
When passion rises past the line it should,
No longer does it bear the name of love,
But the wantonness that never could
Be blessed by the stars that shine above.
True love is patient, kind, and always pure,
Not seeking more than what is just and right.
It holds its ground through trials and endures,
A steady flame that softly lights the night.
So let our love be true and always free,
Bound by respect and calm tranquility.
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