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Blessed are those who
cherish well their loves! Each enduring love is like a river: Making bloom the land through which it moves, Yielding bounty in exchange for labor. Very few appreciate this treasure, As most desire more while giving less, Liable to miss joy pursuing pleasure, Each dragged into love under duress. Nor does one understand so easily That love requires one to be a lover: Intimate in ways that set one free, Needing for one's sense of self the other, Even as one is oneself an other. Copyright by Nicholas Gordon. Free for personal or non-commercial use. |
