The Force of Love

Love is a force that never sleeps

Love keeps life burning on the sea

Love unshackles the hardened key

Love is a bloom the kind hand reaps


Love gives and gets in sweetened grace

Love undoes sorrows of the past

Love swells fast the hunger-filled mast

Love feathers the fraught forlorn face


Love links the gestures to be read

Love winds the spring spinning the heart

Love leaps far from a fragile start

Love is the warmth of tea in bed.


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