Good News of Love
As the mist rides the waves
So my love clings to you
Sweetly scented the perfume of love
Drawing the bees to pollinate
So that the love produces fruit
A magnificent harvest of love
One-hundred fold or a thousand
Love that spreads as a ring of sound
Or a vibration from a pebble
Skipped or thrown into a still lake
The ever increasing ring that grows
Telling the Good News of Love
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