I would not love except our love be giving

Not just between ourselves – but all the living.

All other ways will leave us sad and grieving

That path alone, the path of true receiving.

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This love came uninvited, free and uncontrived.

Nor could I stem its flood when once it had arrived.

Just as the light of dawn bids darkness rise and fly,

So love with its bright beams fills all my inward sky.

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If not incidental music to the play of love,

Passion is parade.

But if a vista from the mountain walk of love,

The heavens invade.

If not sown and nurtured in the fields of love

No growth, no flower.

But if a towering roller in the seas of love,

Then life, then power.