From highest mountain top to canyon deep
The heart doth rise and fall and rise and fall
Persistent till it reach that final sleep
Though faithless, foul, and false may be withal.
If love’s image live on in verse sublime
Divine beauty beyond verbal compare,
Failure to write even a single line
O’erwhelms the poet unable to share.
Lessons they learn from passionate woes
And complexities deceiving the senses
So verse and love to maturity grow
Using discernment to weigh offenses.
“Odio et amo” in life rings true,
But meaningless everything without you.