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Love goes silent, soundless.  

It lodges between the heart and brain.

It dances in sunlight, moonlight, starlight, no light.  

The white velvet shoes of dreams'-ballerinas;

silent pirouettes of smiles.



Love goes in silks,

lissome.  Milks and wines of summer's fetes.

As tranquil as white and purple lilacs bowing and nodding

in conversation during the sun and breezes.



Love, we are blessed

with a way that is surely, indelibly marked.  So, our way is not lost,

nor can any intrude.  All places are invaded by Love,

and all time erased.  

I am yours as you are mine.



Love knows its own,

eternally.  Mystery yet truth.  Errant yet pure.  Gentle yet tough.  

None can explain it, for it is ineffable.  

It moves at its own volition.  

None can deter nor deform it.



Love has no circuit;

it runs its endless trace, extended from past eternity

into future.  Fiery as a distant nova,

churning in creation's massiveness,

yet soft as the breast of a dove.



Love, let us come.

Two hearts trembling in mutual capture,

yet in the sweetness of surrender.  

Yearning in our wings to fly to each other,

to share Love's undyng blessing.



Love, let us live together,

one life from two, mutually bonded, inseparable,

union of mind, heart, soul, flesh, meaning.  

We share this silent, silken, sublime, transcendent meaning:

Love eternal.