When Yearning is, like Touch, a Pure Sensation
and Consummation is both Gain and Loss,
when Silence is a Perfect Conversation,
and Conversation is a Happy Cross,
when Death is Rocked and Opened like a Basket
from which the Living pull a Newborn Life,
when that Sweet Babe is but another Casket,
and that Sad Box is Love’s most Loving Wife,
then shall I be with You in Perfect Power,
and You shall be with Me in Perfect Joy,
then Time shall be no Curse, it’s End no Flower,
the Soul a Playground, Eternity a Toy.
I don’t know much of Love, but I know this:
It’s Good to breathe, relax and feel the Bliss.
- John O.
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