One Love

How doth one know
When one hath grown,
The one thing that One’s faith is fed,
At which place will One’s fate be met?
When One’s Love thought of naught but little
Then One’s flame began to fade and flicker,
But One spark is enough – enough to litter,
The skies shine with His ecstatic glitter,
The speed of light flings a gate wide open,
One Love can grow many wonders golden,
When One doth know
‘That I have One,’
Then one hath learnt
‘So Love hath Won.’
And in this way
One must become undone,
Then why must One
Wait this long,
To win One,

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