If you love,
You must forget your self,
But must remind your self,
Of your true self,
Let love's desire to hold you,
To her chest,
Be your desire too,
To melt into her,
Be like a boisterous brook,
That sings its melody to the ocean,
To which it is impatient to meet,
To know the pleasure,
Of its too much vastness,
Let you be elated by your own,
Under-standing of love;
And, willingly and joyfully, get one,
With your love,
Thus, love will come as a gift to you,
From your Love.
Mykoul
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