that turns away
when storms and darkness
claim the day...
Or, that covers its eyes
when faced with pain,
or that turns and runs
when comes the rain.
For love does not count
its gain or loss
when its object is found
in the tempest tossed...
Nor build up walls
to behind them hide,
leaving its object
on the other side.
No, love is not love
that sits and waits
when its object is passing
through trouble's gates...
For love must run swift
to its object's side
and, by nothing on earth
let its path be denied.
Joseph Weilenbeck 2018
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