The rain does not require the thirsty rose
to earn a drink or answer for its flaws.
It gives itself until the flower grows,
and never asks repayment or applause.
And love is just my will for you to be
Not someone else, but simply, truly you.
For loving you makes me more truly me
and being you is all you need to do.
True love is not a hunger but the cure;
It has no lack but wanting you to shine.
And so it is with love when hearts are pure;
so shall it be with you when you are mine.
Now stand I here with heaven next to me,
in paradise when you're in ecstasy.
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