The grand love that thee call,
That thy eyes witness from the grand spectacle,
Reflected from the grander, bright wall of fabric.
Thy brilliant beauty beguiles me,
Only if it could compel my soul to aspire.
I who is dreadful of my action,
For they are driven by dint of mere attraction.
Nor in my life have I wanted anything
more than the passion it induces but
wrongful of me if I acquaint Love with Passion.
So this is my urge to love,
That let thy be enchanting and godly,
Let not again confuse me because
Such a sacred thing is love
That can’t be domain nor defined
Let it be impartial and free from exclusive passion.
Let thou, me and us evolve into it, to love.
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