Of Love we sing,
Yet do not understand,
It's glorious sting,
It's potent magic,
It's loss, so tragic,
It always being,
The living soul,
Of Everything.
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Aloha Sandra... Within these words is so much truth... Let me seer... We, sing of our love Love, we do not understand Sting; magic, tragic As God willed it to be... ...the beginning of everything Thank you profoundly and most humbly... from all of my being... my love, my respect, my word... All of the best from this life, to you, and all of your relations...Michaelw1two