The deepest, most penetrating love
Is the love that blossoms from the sweet, delicate fruits of
joy.
The seeds of such fruits spring like dainty chaps upon the
fresh morning dew
With eloquent pronouncements of splendor that carouse the
enlightened soul.
They fill the air with divine aromas that titillate the rapturous tongue
And champion the awesome sky with glistening reflections of
the sun.
The joys of life are the truths which love pronounces
When the shadows of doubt recede.
The cry of a lover filled with such joy
Is the echo of grace indeed!
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