ひかるKunのちょうどのおとうふ

The impulse of all love is to create. 
    God was so full of love, in His embrace 
    He clasped the empty nothingness of space, 
And lo! the solar system! High in state 
The mighty sun sat, so supreme and great 
    With this same essence, one smile of its face 
    Brought myriad forms of life forth; race on race 
From insects up to men. 
Through love, not hate, 
All that is grand in nature or in art 
    Sprang into being. He who would build sublime 
    And lasting works, to stand the test of time 
Must inspiration draw from his full heart. 
    And he who loveth widely, well and much, 
    The secret holds of the true master touch.