It is the blossom time of love Where mind a lagging runner falls Before the avalanche of joy When the heart for beauty calls. It is the summer time of love When every page is read aloud And every touch a special thrill As blossom flowers in a crowd That lift the soul and fix the eye On the beloved countenance A moment in eternity. It is the autumn time of love When passion rests and words are done A time of silent love when Grace Unites our souls to be as one. It is the winter time of love When one must go, the other stay To live alone and contemplate The Infinity we live each day.
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