Love is light
For it is fire.
It burns and warms.
It is passion and glow.
It is sweet pain-
Unrequited or requited.
It is warmth after summer rain;
It is burning before that.
The passion of possessiveness
Is ruinous;
The passion of sacred freedom
Is luminous.
Its light and warmth
Lightens and enlightens
The shady and thorny paths
Where life seems to have
A realized meaning,
An accomplished purpose,
A celebrated event,
An angel honored,
Heaven's best lived
For others
To sing and write
And initiate
Another glorious dawn
Of spring
In our fresh flowery lawn.
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