All love at first, like generous wine,
Ferments and frets until ‘tis fine;
But when ‘tis settled on the lee,
And from th’ impurer matter free,
Become the richer still the older,
And proves the pleasanter the colder.
My love for you is like water,
Falling countless…
The beating of my heart,
For you is so heavy and soundless,
The feeling of being in your arm is so
Precious and endless.......
Life is not easy for any of us.
But what of that?
We must have perseverance
and above all confidence
in ourselves. We must believe
that we are gifted for something
and that this thing must be attained.
