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This poem is from Autumn Leaves:
Love, like a garden, needs vigilant weeding.
Love, like a fire, requires constant feeding
To keep it in order and burning brightly.
Love, harsh words can often shatter.
Love, which wrong action can tatter,
But sharing and compromise bind it tightly.
Love is not honored by corridors of time.
Love requires daily attention to make grow sublime,
And words spoken in haste bring feeling contritely.
Love is soft spoken, building no dissension.
Love is feelings and touching, with full comprehension.
Many words often lose their savor; use sparingly, but nightly.
Love Is
This poem appears in Autumn Leaves:
My eyes have looked, and
In looking have seen, and
Having seen, beheld the Truth.
My heart has known, and
In knowing is filled, and
The fullness is Truth of Love.
Wealth is but passing vanity, and
Time wears away shallow efforts; yet,
Love and Truth overcomes both.
Love is never demanding, and
When aided by her cousins, Compromise and Understanding,
Grows healthy and flourishes.
Love awakens those feelings that are
Most noble in men and women,
Enriching their walk on life’s path.
Love brings contentment and understanding.
Coupled with thanksgiving,
Its lack turns life into a barren wasteland.
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