Too large is love to capture in a poem

Too large is love to capture in a poem: It never fails and yet is always kind. Love lights the world, its melodies, the home; It knows no bounds, and many say it's blind. But love abides within my heart today, Though words are still elusive like a sun Behind gray clouds in early March or May. Ecclesiastes said: two are better than one Because together they have ample heat. And like a blooming flower my love grows Not only when we part but when we meet. No signs suffice, except perhaps the rose Which represents my faith and hope and love. You've shown me that these three are from above.

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