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Love is a smoke
raised with the fume of sight:
Being purged a
fire sparking in lover's eyes.
Being vexed a sea
nourished with lover's tear:
What is it else?
A madness most discreet,
A choking gall and a
preserving sweet.
Love is the magician
the enchanter that
Changes worthless
things to joy and makes
right royal kings
and queens of common clay.
It is the perfume
of that wondrous flower,
the heart......
 and
without that sacred passion,
But with it earth
is Heaven and we are
gods. |
