Love Is
What is love, my dear love?
You cry, I sigh,
You sing, my joy, oh, high,
Your pain, my mind, full of woe.
How much do I love you?
I am the bee, you are the hive,
I seek the odor, you are the rose,
I gaze at the dark sky; in moon, we meet.
How deep is my love?
I am the core, you are its beat,
I am the sea, you are its wave,
I am the body; you are its soul.
How firm is my love?
We may or may not live long,
But be sure,
I will be ever for you and you will be mine.
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