True Love
How true is love
In the morning breeze
Whence stirs the leaves
And sings the bird amidst willows
How true is love
When she weaves
Her fingers slipping
Between the threads
How true is love
When he to his
Darling debates
Calling out her name in the distance
How true is love
Glancing in the mirror
Catching a glimpse
Of beauty beholden
How pure is love
Born out of desire
Fondling it's fire
Waiting for it to kindle
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