It is difficult to say in words
How love works among human hearts and
People say differently.
After a time they languish and falter for
the aftertaste of the heart and love.
Indeed there is a place but not in this world
Where this incomplete love gets a much
Fuller shape.
Where there is no heart and blood and
Ill health or waiting.
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