Classic Poem

True love is such a sweet and sacred thing!
When I am with the One who understands,
I need not touch her lips nor clasp her hands,
Just to be near her makes my glad heart sing—
True love is such a sweet and sacred thing!

True love is such a sweet and sacred thing
That sometimes, when I cannot have a word,
I feel as though her tenderness I heard,
A full communion that the thought may bring—
True love is such a sweet and sacred thing!

True love is such a sweet and sacred thing
That often when my ardent spirit stirs
In rich and rhythmic unison with hers,
I almost hear its mystic murmuring—
True love is such a sweet and sacred thing!

True love is such a sweet and sacred thing
That all of beauty is intensified,
The world is so much fairer at her side,
So much more exquisite the bloom of Spring—
True love is such a sweet and sacred thing!

True love is such a sweet and sacred thing
That even Death might lose for me its dread,
If that dim hour could be interpreted
Through her pure soul that lifts me on its wing—
True love is such a sweet and sacred thing!