The Only Thing I Know

I know, truly, love is holy.
 
I know out of love men can meet, overcome, and surpass the expectations,
Under its spell we can be all we dreamed of,
In someone's heart, I know, singing like a hymn, a prayer,
Someone must know these truths, some one must see their worth,
Love, only love, that is all that can be, the love so pure that needs no introduction
It needs no conclusion, either, love that makes you carry on and on, and on,
I know for so many, so much is too many, too many things to try and to see,
But try and see eternity, try to think eternally, to be aware: we drift in space, we die, we burst,
We are but specs of dust in the universe, nothing more,
Immensity in the diminute, and the inmense,
Couldn't it all be like that man, who wrote that heaven and hell are entwined, married, said it was:
"If the doors of perception were cleansed, man would see everything as it is... Infinite"
Oh, sing your hymn, and say your prayer, believer, say yes forever to that which you know is true: love, love so great it can fill every corner, however small, of any space, however large.