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Cupid's Counsel

Let us not upon these true hearts,

Some blame ascribe,

Or seek to extract,

Any valid reason for loving.

 

For love seems sometimes to exist,

Even in reason's absence,

And has the supreme ability,

Any void to fill.

 

Verily,love seeks not the face of hostility,

But attempts the other cheek to turn,

As the churlish side of man,

It shies away from revealing.

 

Love is like a burning fire,

Its ardent fury,

Or its raging flames,

Even showery tears couldn't diffuse.

 

Love possesses such tenacity,

Even the fibres of the heart,

Being held together,

A vice couldn't pull apart. 

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