The Meaning of True Love
I contemplated, but not alone,
On an ancient poet's ode,
A lover and a scribbler composed,
"Nunc scio quid est amor...." Oh,
"Now I know what true love is....." No woe,
As I reflect on a spiritual road,
I ponder on, where pomegranates,
As venerable Horace did compose,
A love divine, true love, and never alone.......
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