LOVE COMES SOFTLY, IT STEALS INTO MY HEART.
WHEN I'M NOT LOOKING, IT SLIPS INTO MY HEART.
SOFT ARMS REACH OUT, WEARY MIND TO ENFOLD ,
BRINGING IT SADNESS, AND VAST JOY UNTOLD.
BITTERSWEET IS THE FEELING THAT LOVE BRINGS TO ME.
BITTERSWEET, LORD IS THE INCENSE I WAFT TO THEE.
THE SWEETNESS OF SALVATION, SO TENDER AND SO KIND,
PAIN AT THE LOST YEARS WHEN I WAS WAYWARD AND BLIND.
SOMEWHERE IS LOVE, A GREAT WELLSPRING OF TEARS.
ITS FOUNTAIN FLOWS FREELY, IT CLEANSES, IT SEARS.
A WELLSPRING, A FOUNTAIN, A RIVER OF BRINE,
IT SPATTERS AND STAINS THE PAGES OF TIME.
MY SOULS'S IN A SHELL, 'NEATH A CALLOUS OF PRIDE.
YET SOMEHOW COMES LOVE AND WRIGGLES INSIDE.
IT CREEPS IN SOFTLY, STEALTHY ON CATSPAW'S FEET,
AND TOUCHES ME GENTLY IN THE PLACE BITTERSWEET.
YES LOVE COMES SOFTLY, IT STEALS INTO MY HEART,
WHEN I'M NOT LOOKING , IT CREEPS INTO MY HEART.
WILLIAM EVERYMAN 1987
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