Or that the bond we share starts
to weaken,
Or that experiences we have been
through
No longer serve as some solid
beacon,
Directing both our lonely ships
to port.
Suppose a storm wrecks all that
we have built,
Or that our good intentions quickly
distort,
And that a sadness draws though
tears aren’t spilt,
Or maybe some freak accident of
chance
Shall split the last of our love apart:
These are the threats to any true
romance
But I’m assured that all that
carry hearts
As strong as ours shall never
long be phased.
Good love’s renewed as each new
sun is raised.
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