Take a little time to feel your love.
It's bashful, awkward, gentle, quiet, shy.
Feel it furtively within you move;
Feel its wanting without need for why.
All you are and have will disappear,
No more than well-worn whispers in the wind.
Yet in your love you are forever here,
A bit of God that time cannot rescind.
Nothing in this world can match its glory.
Destiny must wait upon its will.
More than chance or fate, it writes your story,
Infinity that's yearning, yearning still.
Know your love's the very best of you,
Embracing it each passing day anew.
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