The hardiest of plants blooms not
Without a tending of the soil
The flame of a lamp dies out
If we replenish not its oil
The roaring river needs its rains
To renew its strength and flow
The earth, it seeks the sun's kiss
Each day to kindle its soul
How then does an eternal love
A marriage of beautiful minds
Though nourished not with loving words
It withers not with time?
What keeps passion's flames aglow
When stoked not by a lover's hand?
What magic etches, I ask of you
Feelings forever on fleeting sand?
You look at me with a gentle smile
You, whose love for me it shone
A steady light through stormy times
And helped me find my way back home
I ask you whence comes your strength
You, my deepest love, truest of friends
You draw me close and whisper, with tenderness
"Love begins, my dear, where reason ends"
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