Love
The miracle of love is like a rose bloom in spring
That sees the day, bedazzles, stings then decays
The miracle of love is like a rose bloom in spring
The flame that is born never to fade away
The miracle of love is like a rose bloom in spring
The miracle of the renewal of the break 'f day
The miracle of love is like a rose bloom in spring
The swing of the heart between the day past and ‘
The sought-for one the future will ahead lay
The miracle of love is like a rose bloom in spring
The passage 'f a shooting-star:
The magic instant one ne'er truly takes the time
To enjoy as it flies away ere the scent 'f its spark
Twirls one’s senses away
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