A Love Jumble

Love is strange in symmetry;
It’s workings are a mystery.
When what you give seems so much more
That what my poor full heart
Has left to offer –

The working days are hard and long;
The feeling, though, is ever strong —
And I don’t understand, and never will,
Just how much value you
Can see in the small change
Within my coffer

Let love pour down
Like soothing oil
On the aching skin;
Let love be that first square
We go to
When we first begin;
Let love, the hurricane,
Go through
And tear up all that’s needless;
And when distractions come
Let love
Keep us together,
Heedless

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