They who call Love their God,
Where do they dwell, what path they trod?
Lead us to them, this much impart,
Does Love exist within this heart?
They who call Love their God,
Where do they dwell, what path they trod?
Lead us to them, this much impart,
Does Love exist within this heart?
This youth, a veiled desire,
Whispers the river's funeral pyre.
It questions with a growing dread,
How thoughts of longing fill the head.
Like waves, my heart does wildly churn,
Only to Love will it return.
Reveal their face, this much impart,
Does Love exist within this heart?
Somewhere, my Beloved must be,
However they are, beautiful to see.
Whose every movement holds such grace,
Whose every act, a faithful embrace.
Who'll make our waking dreams come true,
And to their heart, our own will accrue.
Their whereabouts, this much impart,
Does Love exist within this heart?
They who call Love their God,
Where do they dwell, what path they trod?
Lead us to them, this much impart,
Does Love exist within this heart?
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