could it be that passion
that makes me want to hold
you for no fashion
as though thine temple were mine
what is love?
is it that which i hear
or that which i see
and wish that it be
what is love?
could it be that which sets me free;
that which makes me agree
my goals a achieved
love! tis love,
just like a passing wind;
an emotion, a feeling of wanting
embraces all it sees
never sees what it pleases
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