Whence love first burst upon my breast,
In stunned surprise, I saw it there,
Too tender to take within my hands,
For fear to lose, or drive away
But love, it took itself to me,
Regarding not my spirit's trial,
And wrap't it's heart around my soul,
To bide til time stole it away
Yet deepest within my aching heart,
Bode love from echoes of eras past,
'Gainst all hope, to kindle anew,
That which I knew as lost to me.
Now I feel that I have again,
Driven away that which He gave,
Too tender to take within my hands,
For fear to lose, or drive away.
For fear to lose...again.
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