Do my unwitting word tear so cruelly at your heart-strings
That tears must come?
Or are my very words so close to your heart,
That their slightest movement causes it to flutter,
Procuring the precious drops?
They flow so freely...
I, but the humble servant, drawing up the crystal flow
From the deep well of your emotions,
Gain that which gives me strength, yea, life itself!
For the potency of those drops is in from whence they spring:
Thine own true love.
Oh, but there is more than I could ask,
For that which sustains me is not only drawn upon,
But is freely showered down in the form of a refreshing rain;
A beautiful spring shower that gives life to all it touches!
But love is more...
More than a deep well, whose depths can never be plumbed...
More even than a beautiful and refreshing rain...
Love is a river,whose strong tide and churning waters
Have carried me away...
Its billows crash over my soul, and sweep me on
To a most delightful end.
Oh, to drown in your love!
It washes away all thoughts,
All desires but one:
To hold, and to be held, in your arms; Life!
Love is an ocean...
A great sea teeming with life
Whereon bold adventurers, like you and I,
May sail together in search of a beautiful land!
The journey may be long...storms will come...
But whether our end be fair or foul,
We shall be covered at last by the current of a great love,
Flowing under us... around us...
Through us...
Love is a mighty ocean...
A swelling river...
A refreshing rain...
A deep well...
And the single glimmmering drop on your cheek.
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