It is not love alone doth give
It’s wealth to
those who for it, live
Nor can sweet thoughts by themselves propagate
To the hearts that with patience, them await
A letter,
soft scented
A thought
represented
Though it may
small and meager seem
It doth hold
inside a beautiful dream
Though to this doth thoughts misgive
Only with action may the heart live
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