love....
love calls the river as it surges from the falls
it screams from the mother as she births her child
it echos from the tears of a widow new made
and it urges from the ranks of a soldier far from home
it shatters bonds built a thousand years
and cleaven in twain the rule of tyrants foul
all this love does....
but most fair and grand....
it joins my heart to yours
love...
love whispers in the soul of the the teacher
it gallops with the lovers in the silent wilderness
it walks among the dying and slips along the dead
it focuses the power of the friendship forgotten
and dances in the depths of the wedding band
love is the portent of the begining and it's lack of the end
all this love does...
but of most importance to me....
it joins my soul to yours
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