Love Is Simple,Love Is Plain
Love is simple,love is plain.
Will love ever come again?
Life is joy and life is woe.
Through its pains all humans go.
Love enlightens and discloses
Thoughts as sweet as summer roses.
Take me back to Northern hills
Where my fraught soul with honey's filled.
All I want is to be there,
With you ,my love,now grown so dear.
Oh,love is kind and love is rare.
We'll not discover better fare.
Feed me with such love again,
And I shall be a most blessed one
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