What weight can knowledge hold
If absent of love's celestial genius?
What profits me to be well versed in the world
But ignorant to the language of the heart?
I promise you, I would trade all of my "how to"
And "know how"
To simply know how to love
I want to know that force
Which grants bliss one day
And grief the next
That mistress of all men's
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