Love
© Ben Burton 2/22/2014
There's no more to be said
No, nothing left to say
The classicists have spread
From Burns to the Benets
Across love's soothing sea
A portal for each word
To sail through ecstasy
You take the measure of
Impassioned lines they wrote
Combine the love in each
And yet none dare approach
The love that captured me
Is more than merely need
Though words I cannot find
I'll seek eternally
And love you for all time
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