The love between man and woman
                                             is the greatest and most complete passion
                                                    the world will ever see,
                                                because it is dual,
                                           because it is of two opposing kinds

 

                                          To melt and be like a running brook
                                              That sings its melody to the night.
                                        To know the pain of too much tenderness.
                                             To be wounded by your own understanding of love;
                                       And to bleed willingly and joyfully.
                                             To wake at dawn with a winged heart
                                      And give thanks for another day of loving;
                                             To rest at the noon hour and meditate love's ecstasy;
                                      To return home at eventide with gratitude;
                                             And then to sleep with a prayer
                                      For the beloved in your heart
                                            And a song of praise upon your lips.


                                                 Love me without fear
                                                     Trust me without questioning
                                                Need me without demanding
                                                     Want me without restrictions
                                               Accept me without change
                                                     Desire me without inhibitions
                                               For a love so free....
                                                     Will never fly away.



                                       Love is like a friendship caught on fire.
                                              In the beginning a flame, very pretty,
                                         Often hot and fierce,
                                               But still only light and flickering.
                                          As love grows older,
                                                Our hearts mature
                                        And our love becomes as coals,
                                               Deep-burning and unquenchable.
 

                                                         Love is a burning desire,
                                                    That makes your heart light on fire,
                                                         Love is being with you,
                                                    Someone saying I love you too,
                                                         Love is your tender kiss,
                                                    Something you don't want to miss,
                                                         Love is you and me,
                                                       And that is all I see.
 

 
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