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We do not love by words alone,
But treasure other forms of speech
Than stuttered sounds through which love reach
Secret thoughts that hold hearts near
Recall love's charm and mindful ear
With range sonnets from captive simile
To tear on love---life's sacred isle,
Sparked eyes that light from depths proved pure
Give meaning to warm arm allure;
Sure hand that touches tenderly
Retells of love sealed trustfully
Words cannot tell what love has known.
