Just as a man
Gives his love
A flower
The creator
Gives the universe
A star
Your soul
Gives your body
A thought
And these things
Are given
Out of purity
They are maps
Of abundance
And of assurance
That this thing
That we call life
Is growing
And it thrives
And it dies
In time
Finally we know
That the vision
Is love
And that love
Is the continuum
Of giving.
~ B
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