Love is love when one is fixed Upon a mark that no alteration finds It is not shaken In storm or hail when winds change And lightning assails with thundering frights Love is love when it bears out Even on the cliffs of doom It is not just to be loved But to wrestle with compassion divine In good times' fortune And bad times' misfortune Love is love which finds The splendour of the rising sun That hath endured those dark nights Stretching its means till it discovers The glory of every twilight... Copyright ~ Emilia Young