THIS IS LOVE...

LOVE'S AS HARD AS NAILS

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Love's as warm as tears,

Love is tears:

Pressure within the brain,

Tension at the throat,

Deluge, weeks of rain,

Haystacks afloat,

Featureless seas betweenHedges,

where once was green.

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Love's as fierce as fire,

Love is fire:

All sorts--infernal heat

Clinkered with greed and pride,

Lyric desire, sharp-sweet,

Laughing, even when denied,

And that empyreal flame

Whence all loves came.

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Love's as fresh as spring,

Love is spring:

Bird-song hung in the air,

Cool smells in a wood,

Whispering 'Dare! Dare!

'To sap, to blood,

Telling 'Ease, safety, rest,

Are good; not best.

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Love's as hard as nails,

Love is nails:

Blunt, thick, hammered through

The medial nerves of One

Who, having made us, knew

The thing He had done,

seeing (with all that is)

Our cross, and His.

C. S. Lewis