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Love In Her Nature

Love the oldest,
Love the youngest,
The smallest,
The broadest.

Imperfectly perfect,
Proudly humble.
Endlessly end,
Peacefully troubled.

Quietly lousy,
Uncountable counting.
Pleasurable painful,
Ungainly gainful.

Resurrecting in killing,
Smiling in weeping.
Coming in going,
Abiding in departing.

Truth in lies,
Open-mindedness in sly.
Elevation in humiliation,
Built in destruction.

Unity in separation,
Honesty in temptation.
Standing in tribulation,
Thanking in starvation.

                II

Love a burning fire,
But never to consume.
Even though she wonders,
But she never get confused.

Love is the source of life,
The fountain of light.
Love, so above death.
And she has no end.

The she's highly immortal,
But she in love with the mortal.
She is sane,
But love the insane.
   
She is so peaceful
But she's found in a troublesome place.
So careful,
She sojourns in this careless cave.

In an offensive place to pardon,
In sinful house to forgive.
Descending to comfort the abandoned,
Coming so low for poor to give.

Going blind to see,
Far away to come near.
Hardened heart to believe ,
Becoming deaf to hear.

Pleading in rejection,
Blessing the prosecutor.
Hunted but growing,
Hated but reigning.

Too real to the fools,
Because is so true.
Erred men don't believe its free,
Because is so cheap.

So abundantly, but only few has it.
The people she love are rejecting.
If you find one  you're lucky,
Because she's one blood thing you can't just inherit.

                      My solemnity

Oh! I need you thou love,
I wonder if I can in men find one.
I can trade my eyes for it,
Because I know in her will I clearly see.

Really, men are so many.
But how many can truly love?
Marriage can be done within ten minutes,
But are mostly grounded in lust.

If you say you're true lover,
Show it to many like that pauper.
Don't only love your rich husband,
Show love to your maiden servant.

Preaching and boasting of it on the pulpit,
Have you ever have a meal with the poor?
Show it when sad and when happy,
Accommodate your enemies' daughter and son.

Tis easy to love our family,
That's not in the dictionary of we lovers.
It is easier for us to love the whole country,
And those that has once make us suffer.

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