Love

True Love

TRUE LOVE

True Love in this differs from gold and clay,

That to divide is not to take away.

Love is like understanding that grows bright

Gazing on many truths; ‘t is like thy light,

Imagination! which, from earth and sky,

And from the depths of human fantasy,

As from a thousand prisms and mirrors, fills

The universe with glorious beams, and kills

Error, the worm, with many a sun-like arrow

Of its reverberated lightning.

PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY

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