"Love, it isn't love, until it's passed"
Hold her heart with broken hand
Feign to see the wedding band
For hope has blinded your brown eyes
With fluttered heart come sun and skies
But when the truth of you is met
The core in place unready yet
To better that which used to be
And stand on soil with one made free
And though all beauty yet abound
And passion's horn should make its sound
To build your home in this new land
Would take a new...unbroken hand
~Moses
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