Measured love holds naught for me
If counting has a cost.
Love should enfold to make you free,
No liberty is lost.
Who conspires to calculate?
Love exists for its own sake.
Believe it now, ‘ere too late.
Shake off illusions. Come, awake!
Nor tokens, mindful, though they are,
Impress the truest heart.
Eyes look up to purest star
And so, sweet love, to me impart
All that is your heart’s desire,
Unransomed love, consumed by fire.
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