Love is the key of life and death, Of hidden heavenly mystery: Of all Christ is, of all He saith, Love is the key. As three times to His Saint He saith, He saith to me, He saith to thee, Breathing His Grace-conferring Breath 'Lovest thou me?' Ah, Lord, I have such feeble faith, Such feeble hope to comfort me: But love it is, is strong as death, And I love Thee. Christina Rossetti
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