There is no product on the market that
For any fee, demand-induced or flat,
Can give my soul the necessary balm.
I do not mean to say (or I would lie)
I find calm lacking in the world. Oh no,
I come across it everywhere I go,
And in my heart I feel it piled high,
But not by purchase. No, it comes from her;
Her presence and the knowledge that I bear
Of her affection and her constant care
Smooth out my soul when it begins to stir
And makes the rough sea take tranquility;
Our love induces this effect in me.
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