Love is a feeling immeasurable
That conquers all that is miserable:
It is the loftiest of mountains
And the most beautiful of fountains;
It separates life from death
And is the wellspring of immortal breath;
Love has no boundaries, no limits;
Infinite are her bountiful merits;
Ceaseless is her guiding light,
Emboldening the meek with spirit bright,
Strengthening the weak with tremendous might;
Grasping firm the titles and deeds of right;
It is her path to tread softly
On the lives of those who would seek her truly,
And to spread her wings over all
Who long to be numbered within her stall:
As I gaze upon the depthless skies,
Encountering the mysteries before my eyes,
I know the secret that's there above:
It is the watch of sacred Love.