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LOVES.
Loves vary; one is like a summer nightJust after rainfall, rich with fragrant dews,
Another Love is like a shy recluse
Who shuns the glaring openness of light
And folds his happiness from public sight
Wandering the woods at eventide to muse,
Love is a flower of vari-coloured hues,
Passion an eagle of uncertain might;
Some lips there are that tremble, others close
Upon their rapture, faces that grow pale
With longing, others shrouded in a veil
Of reticence, or flushing as a rose;
This seeks to hide emotion, that one shows
In every lineament Love's written tale.
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