I have no doubt that she and I are joined
By something common, deep, and worth preserving,
Something that is not counterfeitly coined,
But honest, open, truthful, and unswerving.
Love may be altered if its bases change,
Or if the roots from whence it grows all die,
But I am certain ours will not estrange,
Nor will dread time contrive to pass it by.
People are always changing, yet together
We share so many common points of love
That they will hold us closer, like a tether
Pulled tighter by a tugging from above.
So as we change, I do not doubt we will
By every movement become closer still.
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