Rainbows (Custance)/In Praise of Love
In Praise of Love
Love should be pure and passionate, a thingOf flame and flowers frail, elusive, bright,A sudden splendour, a most proud delight,Tender as flowers by day,And fierce as fire by night,A singing wonder ever on the wing,A magical, mad mood too sweet to stay.
Love is an inspiration which revealsThe grace of the beloved to our glad eyes,So we who worship vehemently are wise, Since shy, strange beauty slipsFor us her dark disguise;And softly from her secret hiding steals,And passion comes to us with laughing lips.