𝓦𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓘𝓼 𝓛𝓸𝓿𝓮

𝓛ove is a white flame - And a smoldering smoky fire
It is a green tree - And a grey cathedral spire
Love is an ecstasy - pure - It stirs mud and slime
It is youth and delight - It is cold and sublime
There is none shall say
What love is - or is not,
And which of us shall say:
"Dwell !" or "Depart !"
Love will not stay
And will not leave the heart
At our desire or plea.
But oh ! for me
This would I pray
That love might be a tree
Rooted in time - for all eternity.

𝓐𝓰𝓪𝓽𝓱𝓪 𝓒𝓱𝓻𝓲𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓮