Love

Love’s a bunch of swaying daises bound around with

      ribbons blue,

Love’s a peephole into heaven with you tip-toe looking

      through,

Love’s a jar of milk and honey in a fair, enchanted

      clime—

You can drink from it forever and be thirsty all the

      time.

Love’s a world-big flower garden where are butterflies

      a-wing,

Love’s all forest aisles and shadows where enchanted

      songsters sing,

Love’s a laughing, gooing baby with the sunshine on its

      hair,

Love’s a passport into heaven and a good-bye to all care.

Love is God’s own “Open Sesame” to the good things of

      the earth,

Love is of all things created of the most transcendent

      worth,

Love was born of dew and moonlight in far-off Eden

      night,

Love is—love is—love is—love is—well, you bet that

      love’s all right.

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