For those who love, things tend to matter more.
In paradise, one has much to lose.
Feelings race like birds upon the shore,
Tallying the risks one can't refuse,
Yearning for what one is free to choose.
Embracing what one is, one has, one loves
Is what evokes an answering embrace.
Glory comes and goes; acceptance proves
Hardier than passion, time, or place,
The silent turn that yields the gift of grace.
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