Again
Love your chance worth, but pertain
life's vision keeps the soul's arraign
not if occlusion were maintain,
thus love itself the whole remain ~
It is the ideal, is as sane
to love, to love and then explain,
it is the purpose, is the main
condition that all life sustain ~
And all else fitting, seems the pain
it is for love . . . I live again!
Copyright © Paula Larson | Year Posted 2007
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