For all reasons to be bitter,

More there are, to fall in love,

For time, so ruthless hither,

Steals feathers, from a moment’s dove

 

Steady, then, the masts

And keep the ship’s rudder

That deflects from storms’ blasts

And brings us to each other

 

Now is what we have,

And tomorrow, just a dream,

Let us hold ourselves fast,

Fix our tears at the seams

 

For first there is you,

And only second me

We rejoice alike in dew,

Of morning sweetly

 

Feather again the dove

Think, with me, what’s lighter:

Cherish a soul in love,

And the world shall be the brighter

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R.V. Smith: “Clocks”, 07-02-23

 

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