The Depths of Love

 

So wounding the remarks

The words so uncaring and cruel

The indulgence was brief

Emotionless, harsh to the soul

So numbing the iciness, upon row upon row of an eternity of pristine ice

Beneath the harshness of a tormented exterior lies something dormant

Unknown by many but observed by a few

Something that gathers more truth that our existence itself

A goodness that defines our very spirit

The choice was guided

It was no mistake

A union is formed, whether wanted for or not

Its demands are many, but rewards are more

So special, so affectionate, so sought for

A bond for all times, all places and all circumstances

Betoken by destiny

Forever


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