My Love's Worth Is Naught
My love is like the fresh fragrance
of youthful blossoms in spring time
My love is like two dancing cranes
blissful to the season’s rhyme
and my love’s like the humming bees
and tender calls of nightingales
my love is like a pleasant breeze
that wanders in the mountain vales
my love is Nature’s sunset art and the soothing cool
of the fairest moon, and diamond stars
that glitter in God’s heavenly pool
But my love is worthless, for though it submits to thee
With my every breath, yet you never seem to see.
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