"Love"

What is the beginning? Love.
What is the course. Love still.
What is the goal. The goal is love.
On happy hill.
Is there nothing then but love?
Search we sky or earth
There is nothing out of Love
Hath perpetual worth:
All things flag but only Love,
All things fail and flee;
There is nothing left but Love
Worthy you and me.

Author: Christina Rossetti
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