The hollow of my heart is small, A tear can overflow it, Yet, love can fill its vital parts and wholly never show it.
You cannot hold it in your hand, know whence it comes or goes. tears can whelm the smallest heart.. from love- it grows and grows
Buried deep within the soul, huge wells of cradled wealth, for what we give we gather in- love multiplies itself.
Just what we feel and what we share we keep it not alone. The greater love we give away comes back into our own
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