Love
Love means to look at yourself
The way one looks at distant things
For you are one thing among many
And whoever sees that way heals the heart
Without knowing it, from various ills
A bird and a tree say to him: friend
Then he wants to use himself and things
So they stand in the glow of ripeness
It doesn't matter whether he knows what he serves
Who serves best doesn't always understand
Copyright © Roger Hadden | Year Posted 2014
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