There is no weary moment Of anger or despair That love cannot convert to grace And render whole and fair.
How passionate the paradiseThat comes from knowing well That someone in your happiness Finds pleasure for himself.
How sweet the gift of giving to Someone who gives to you, A selflessness that gives to self More self than self is due.
With all the searing madness of The world from day to day,And all the dreary sadness that No joy can take away,
There is one truth more beautiful Than anyone can bear:That two can trust that when they turn They'll find the other there.
Je T'aime
Michael Francis Oubida
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