Stephen To His Love
The pipes can pipe their purest sound
Like birds in fullest throat,
And yet the love that I have found
Still sounds the sweeter note.
It calls me from the distant hill
Whenever we're apart,
Its music, when the pipes are still,
Still playing in my heart.
...
Love always told me what to do.
Love struck the perfect chord.
I never fell in love with you--
I rose in love...I soared.
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