Cecelia Weir - Love

More delicate than the sparrow
More precious than any gold
Is the soul who wants to love
But with no one dear to hold.

Who can fill their destiny
Who can feel their joy.
Who can make them happy
And yet make life
For themselves to enjoy.

The one thats filled with love
A heart that knows no pain.
The heart that believes in caring
One whose not afraid of rain.

One who knows distinction
From a battle and restitution.
One who doesn't mind getting wet
When it brings into focus
A closer resolution.

More beautiful than the eyes
Of a young enticing dove.
More ravashing than the Morning Glory
Because in their heart is love.

Cecelia Weir

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