Love is a small word, but it contains all: It means the body, the soul, the life, the entire being. We feel it as we feel the warmth of the blood, We breathe it as we breathe the air, We carry it in ourselves as we carry our thoughts. It is an intensive desire of the soul to enjoy beauty, When returned it is an all-encompassing and perfect union of hearts. Nothing more exists for us. It gives courage to the most fearful, Sharpens the wit of the most simple, Gives eloquence to the roughest tongue, And draws those hearts which have received it to acts of kindness. Love is not just a word. It is an inexpressible state of existence indicated by four letters.
Reason for writing:
I wrote this poem for a women with whom I had fallen in love, but she was unmoved by it and eventually by me.
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