Love is not always kind but never is cruel
It lingers, no, insists, through all
Resting, with my gaze and touch on you
And I have no retreat, no way to sever
Had I a choice, would I choose other?
But there is no choice, no choice in this matter
My love is of wisdom, of truth, of nature
It pays no regard to fault or censure
But stumbles on against the wind
And is undeterred by suffering and pain
I love you now and will love you then
I wonder when we will meet again