I have always loved you, and I always shall;
It is a grace that fills a vacant space
And brings forth lovelier things to view
That burdens are the more worthwhile to share.
The borders of a love show ragged edges through
The weave and woof of prosaical life,
The daily round and all its fleeting signs
Obscure at times the chain of harmony
That threads itself along the grand design.
Those edges still I know, when resolution’s weak
Are joined, and always will be, to the centre of my will
That lives, because it lives through you,
Because you are the purpose of its life.
Though wills are weak and flesh is frail
And all my plans in life may fail,
I have succeeded and can say
I loved a dear, true soul along the way.

February 1992