Love shall never in ruin perish
For nothing quite like love flourish
that shall not shake and fall.
Love’s nothing quaint in form,
And in faith shall it endure through time
holding in storms and norm.
What’s past is present, and what’s future, too, is present in love;
Love’s no strings attached,
And that everyone regardless fetch
Till the moribund,
and as long as the azure clime lies above.
Copyright : Welkin Siskin