You may tell them that love comes only as a gift from God –
When any man learns to understand mankind.
Love is not fraught with the fears of external desires and impulses,
Nor does it seek to find its way –
But is always inborn and flows like the rivers
Which are brought from the Immortal Heavens – and falleth as a subtle rain,
Which moistens and tempers the desires of all men,
Love finds not, its expression in any proportion of written word,
Excerpt from “The Anthenium”
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