is not a tended rose Amid the prescient beauty of a garden: Perhaps one senses soon some gate may close; Perhaps one senses soon the earth will harden. Years come and go like waves upon a shore, Violent or peaceful with the wind. After one has given up on more, Love waits within the heart, its faith undimmed. Even in a passage void of light, Nether windings black with rage and grief, There are waters sweet with lost delight In which one finds a long longed-for relief. No happiness can overcome life's pain Except one love, and love give life
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