For love is not embarrassment or lies,
To them that know of love are wise,
It will not ask, but do,
If to its nature true ,
Soaked and aged, in its sweet brine,
Love, be it yours, or be it mine,
If its elixir is nature true ,
Will share it, between me and you,
And so my love, do what you may,
There’s nothing more that I could say,
Of love was born this world,
In you too, it was unfurled,
Let it fly in breezes ever free,
And share it all, from sea to sea,
Let it be where needed most,
And be, for it, the perfect host,
Let it caress all living things,
From whence creation springs,
Loved by God’s own hand,
Sharing love, they understand.
©05/03/2009
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