Love is chaste, love is pure.
Amidst uncertainty, can endure.
Clearest the path of choking thorns.
Givest warmth to one that mourns.
Arms to cradle her babe to bed.
The hands which knead the morning bread.
Love is chaste, love is pure.
The night is gone, it will endure.
The eyes which meet the break of dawn.
Good words to flow --on and on.
Ne'er seeking gold in every chore.
Asketh none for every pour.
Love is chaste, love is pure.
It does not come to those that lure.
Givest itself to one whose soul,
Willing to lay his all, his all.
Amidst uncertainty, can endure.
Clearest the path of choking thorns.
Givest warmth to one that mourns.
Arms to cradle her babe to bed.
The hands which knead the morning bread.
Love is chaste, love is pure.
The night is gone, it will endure.
The eyes which meet the break of dawn.
Good words to flow --on and on.
Ne'er seeking gold in every chore.
Asketh none for every pour.
Love is chaste, love is pure.
It does not come to those that lure.
Givest itself to one whose soul,
Willing to lay his all, his all.
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