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"Never Let Love Be All" by Leonard Gibbs Never let love be all, all dreams fulfilled; a life of constant joy will tire itself. Moments of loving, heights of ecstasy are islands in the ocean's gentle swell. Love's no museum, filled with endless art, the ancient masters that must not be touched. The perfect picture, frozen in its frame will fade, perfection will become a bore. Only a fool will see his love as all, all tender touches, never failing smiles, all lust unending, lovely agony; there must be rest between; a love must heal. Then let the times for loving not be all, but pray the times between the times be small. About the Author 
Leonard Gibbs is a retired Presbyterian minister from
the hills of north Georgia, living out his later years
in rural Vermont. He works at poetry at the kitchen
counter, looking at the Green Mountains, surrounded by
wife Janet, two daughters, two cats, two Scot terriers
and three horses(not all in the kitchen). He has
self-published two books of poems: A Vermont Bestiary,
and Skipping Stones.
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