Every word that has ever been spoken
every sound that has ever been heard
everyone that’s been written or censored
can never full tell what you’ve meant to me
for love is innumerate as the stars
one grain of sand to another it knows
what it is to be seen and listened to
as to be quashed up against another
and contacted through depths so generous
that love is all that will never be born
as much as it is what gives blossom form
beauty magnanimous with no malice
therefore if what the poets say is true
love is by far the most truthful virtue.
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