F O R E V E R . . .
to prove
that love is real. Love cannot sleep
while
knowing that her children are unfed,
unclothed
and unprepared to die or keep
themselves
alive. You did not fear to tread
steep
water. You looked deep within the
well,
when
others thought the reservoir was dry.
You
knew the quandary of a soul in
hell,
. . .the
longing to give love another try.
I'll
faithful be to whom I'm married.
Twice
we two
have known of love and paradise!