Deep within the sanctuary
Of our soul there is a glade,
Where the grass is always green
The flowers never fade.
Nowhere is a garden sweeter,
Than the one love’s own hands tend,
There affection falls like sunlight,
Warming and awakening.
Everlasting are the blooms
That nourish the heart,
Little lights, little shadows,
Who can tell the two apart?
He who plants the smallest kindness,
Sows indeed a mighty seed,
For through years, like little acres
Only love uproots the weeds!
1 comment:
very sweet
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