Standing at Love’s window, I wonder
Why I’ve never been invited in;
I ponder the possibilities…..
Soon glorious fantasies begin
Is it true that roses smell sweeter
When Love gently caresses their stem?
I’ve heard that birds sing most splendidly
When Love is the purpose guiding them
And they say Love can revive a heart
That has withered like a dying flower;
O, the stories I’ve heard about Love……
Its gentleness and its furious power
Even a heart that’s grown weak and tired,
Fraught with ashes where once there was fire,
Even for that heart there’s still a chance
To rekindle Love’s blazing desire
But the years pass, and I’ve yet to know
If the things they say of Love are true:
That first union within Eden’s gates!
The ecstasy angels never knew!
Yes, Love has quite the reputation
For bringing joy where sorrow has been;
But I wouldn’t know – that’s what I’ve heard,
I’m on the outside…… looking in
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