Being in love

Being in love

Being in love, is the luckiest being,
When souls beget some new some wing.
You are you but not of yours,
She "your love" who keeps all cures.

You for she and she for you,
What an union! Like morning dew!
But remember! My heart! you foal,
Love is furnace not a pool.

You must be pure, you must be divine,
Or love will die and not survive.
Love is like a tender leaf,
Will get withered if you mischief.

So; you heart take a lesson,
Never play with love like notion.

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