Love, True Love

A tender yellow rose
so innocently glows
true flower of love
now opening up
for thee
and thee alone

And the glowing moon
in symbolism
speaks my love for you
as moonlit beams descend
upon it all

thy seeds of ecstasy
that nurtured, grow in me
and span this ever-growing
universal sense of all unknowing
now become aware
of love, true love . . .


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