Love is sea-sprang call,
Love is divinely magnetic ball,
And in love Faith is all.
Love roots reverence from abstract vast,
The purest beauty buds on Love’s trust,
The wick of life dims if love does not last.
Love emits fragrance from inner paradise,
Love covers the unequal with soothing prize,
And when love is own, -the divine Sun rises.
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