romantic sweetheart Posted November 21, 2007 Share Posted November 21, 2007 Give yourself over Over to passion How tender is the unseen hand That unfurls the baby leaf? More tender is the hand That caresses you now with wonder Give yourself over Over to wanting Remember the night That cloaks and makes the unbearable, bearable? More forgiving is the love That beckons you now with patience What is the passion, what is the love That discerns and separates The false self from the holy self? That removes blemishes and Like the sun Reveals two lives, the shadow and the man And loves them equally? It is the love of old scrolls Of tapestries that hung on castle walls Of books covered over in mold But whose words still murmur In chambers of hidden vaults It is my love, given over Over to passion It is my love, given over Over to wanting It is a baby leaf unfurling It is the night that cloaks It is the waves turned to wings It is the sun that kisses all And beckons all to live 1 Link to comment
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