yet, yet, in spite of all,
love is, love lasts.
though from the lax hand falls
what it at first held fast,
though custom stills
the heartbeat of delight,
though day’s each joy must pass
beneath the pall of night,
yet, yet, in time’s despite,
and past all mortal ills,
love is, love lasts;
if the heart wills.
(Source: greatpoets.livejournal.com)
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