Love Undyed
Love is fire and water rising;
The making of all things new
Can't believe that I'm believing
All's love, when I think of you
Love is formless and yet it forms
Without muscle yet it moves
And now all that's night skies and storms;
The same remind me of you
Love is the soul, by world undyed;
In it's hope are all souls true
And all that's wild and drums am I,
For the very stars are you
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