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What Can I Know of Love

What can I know of love?
Where does it sleep?
If I could glimpse it
Slumbering sweetly, I’d know
It is nothing to fear.

What can I know of love?
When does it wake?
If I could hear its
Morning laughter, I’d know
It is nothing to fear.

What can I know of love?
Why does it hide?
If I could see it
Smiling shyly, I’d know
It is nothing to fear.

What can I know of love?
Whom does it choose?
If I could touch its
Pulsing heart, I’d know
I have nothing to fear.

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