Love is constant and hurts cannot corrode the substance,
nor rust or rot, at edges, chiselled fine by years,
diminishing the foundation which heart and fate has laid;
for loving others is a power beyond mere mortal fears.
The cuts and wounds of anger cannot reduce this strength,
enduring as it does through endless, reaching pain,
to last as pure foundation, meaningful and brightly held;
connecting always, soul and mind, until it is regained.
So do not fear when doubt and rage do chasten love,
for all the deep, slow bleeding of relationship,
will never drain the grace which it does bring to us;
and it will full endure, the worst that life can bring.