By Tryphena L Williams (c) 2010
A restless Soul, it does not sleep
A secret known, for one to keep
A hidden chamber, known to few
A loving heart, can only view
One's love as given, always willing share
What is it that ,so troubles thee
Life at times cloaked, in its mystery
One seeks to find, its truth within
One's heart it opens, to invite love in
Yet few will know, what love is to thee
A loving heart creates, its own reality
All one is, one gives to you
Within its love, it is the HU
No greater love, could one bare
A love as felt, is very rare
A heart it knows, if love is true
For love it is, the sound of HU
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