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The wisdom of Love,
Unlike any other,
Renders you gentle
As a dove, smoother
Than a royal mantle,
It holds you high,
No sooner flings afar -
Loved one is nigh
Yet distant, a star:

And earthly reality
Almost convinces
In effect, of the severity
The state evinces ...
Must-make-do futility
With sorbet, coffee
Or tea.
Sometimes one falls in love, but sometimes one does rise in it as well. When a dear one is understanding and mature about it, it gladdens the heart!

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