This Is My Love

This is my love, this outward song I share,
Now played by orchestra, now violin most fair;
Now sung by two or three, now one alone,
Now simply spoke as a simple poem.
These paintings I here post, this art divine,
These, too, are my soul’s love, are wholly mine.
This sculpture, so heroic, speaks for me,
Shares all the strength by which I live and see,
This perfect force of beauty that is I,
Live splendor of my love that stands so high.
All the flowers, all lovely flowers, these
Too, I share, and all the swaying trees
Awake with winds and birds and sunset flare.
This is my love, and is my love to share.

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