Heart and Love
When the heart strives to love
Then it grows weary in its try
For love comes to it naturally
Knowing its feeble feet
But when love seeks the heart
Her bosom surrenders to it
It stands still in its fervent beats
And embraces love with a natural feat
Therefore be calm, tender heart, be calm
Chase not the chaser with frail strides
But be still and resist its charm
Beckon to its pace with your rhythm so sweet
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