| Love is never easy it turns life into a song there is no bit of circumstance that love cannot transform There is no weary moment of age or despair that love cannot convert to grace and render whole and fair How passionate the paradise that comes from knowing well that someone in your happiness finds pleasure for themselves How sweet the gift of love to give to someone who gives to you a selflessness that gives to self more self than self is due with all the searing madness of the world from day to day all the dreary sadness that no joy can take away there is one truth more beautiful than anyone can bear that two can trust that when they turn, they'll find the other there. |
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Reflections of and uneasy love |