I know the look of love--
its depth and breadth and height,
I know the feel of love--
the way it makes life light
I have heard love's voice
like a whisper in the night,
I have touched love briefly
and tried to hold its fingers tight
I've tried to call it to me
but it will not come
except by surprise,
leaving as quickly as it wants
I've begged it to stay
I've grasped and grabbed with all my might
I've pleaded and I've prayed
but must not be praying right
I know the taste of love
but only ever get a bite
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