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Tuesday, April 26, 2011

Love




Love savors unto purity;
It has ever in view,
The absolute fairness
Of that which it beholds.
Where loveliness
Lies incomplete;
Love spends itself,
To make whole;
It strives for perfection,
That it may be honed.
And made pure;
Not in itself:
But in the object
Of its care.

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