Love Is Acknowledged By Love
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A fairy comes to her grandfather old,
Turns silver of hairs in glittering gold,
Combs with fingers, a reliever of pain,
And when her magic enters the brain,
A portion of relief's stolen by the heart,
Its beats whisper, "Acknowledge her art,
give most precious of what you belong."
"Pearls or the diamonds, poem or a song? "
"Deserve something more her fingers soft.
look through my windows there is my croft,
on the branch of a tree is a singing dove,
acknowledging a rose for aroma of love."
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