Love Is the Spring from Which All Longing Flows
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Love is the spring from which all
longing flows. Long may we long for what we have, for this Is happiness, the bliss in wedded bliss, Where married longing deepens as it slows. How beautiful! The passion comes and goes While love draws from the well of the abyss, Watering well the seed of every kiss As loves well tended soon take root and grow. To love must be an everyday decision Taken out of unrepented need, The recognition of one's ceaseless longing. The view depends on values more than vision, The choice to let the choosing self recede, Behind which lies revealed the grace of loving. Copyright by Nicholas Gordon. Free for personal or non-commercial use. |