I perceived the wind a whispering
Subtly to my heart
Understanding not the words
It persisted, would not depart
I heard the gentle cooing
Of a lovely mourning dove
She too whispered to my heart
The melodies of love
I heard the brook a singing
As it journeyed to the sea
At last I understood
Love was teaching me
A heart is like a butterfly
Guided gently upon a breeze
Who knows not the destination
Love clearly sees
Love is always unselfish
Never threatening or proud
Always whispered by the heart
Never raucous or loud
Love is always inspiring
In the company of grace
Oh how blessed the heart!
Who knows its embrace...
Russ Pergram
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