A promise that whatever trouble comes
The partnership of love will make it whole
Even if the world is torn to crumbs.
It is a sense, held trusting in the heart,
That one thing stands despite the maelstrom's rage:
That anything that might be torn apart
Can be repaired if love is let to age.
Love is the relaxation of the mind,
The peace that lies behind the everyday
That whispers, when the world has been unkind
There is a place beyond the world to stay.
Love does not doubt or trust: it needs them not,
But sits beyond the seat of conscious thought.
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