Unforsaken...

I’ll wait, my dear

The time, the tear

Are temporal in their torment

The purpose sought

Within my thought

Is worth each drawn-out moment

Love has no clock

No tick or tock

And all who’ve held its measure

Have come to know

The ebb and flow

Of both its pain and pleasure

For love is not

For faint of thought

Its bulwark is not shaken

With dark despair

Love hopes, with prayer

Its promise un-forsaken

© J~