A Harvest Scene

Poem By Gilbert White

Love may be a delusion
But it’s the only real thing

We exaggerate the virtues of those we love
To us they are the universe
But to the Universe they are dust

We hype their Goodness
And their Beauty
And all that we love in them
But what are they to the stars?

Love all Love
Makes us what we are
No matter the dust and humble the stars.

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