Love

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The all-night wait for sunshine’s face,

The shade that softens blinding light,

A voice like music, eyes like havens,

Mirror of each one’s delight,

A king who takes the servants’ place.

The architect of welcome words,

The labor for a loved one’s fate,

A prayer of peace exchanged for hurt,

All wrongs washed off the writing slate,

The truth like joyful songs of birds.

The craft that carries every load,

The doom of every doubt to wake,

The smile of all impossible things,

The battered rope that will not break,

That striking, steep, immortal road.

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