No rancor, I do pray, for Paul and me.
A time of joy and peace alway—mirage?
Ye say? I do hope not; o’r love, the key!
No issue small or great but love can dodge.
My Sweet’, I do love far and wide and deep.
My love is built on truth and admira’
Most full and keen and true. My heart doth peek
From out its place to hide; then ire is done.
So from o’r hearts we love, and quickly pass’
Away the mists of pain and understand’
Lost. Stay so close to me that I may stash
My heart in twain with yours—there love doth land.
A love so deep with peace its goal I see;
Yea, goal so good—‘tis Heav’n for you and me!