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A Reassurance


My love, I think you carve for me a niche
To hide me from the doubts that nightly tax,
And crumple surer thoughts in paper minds.
Vex not your spirit! No force to unleash
Can place so great a rock upon our backs
It cannot be removed by Father Time;
Nor is there any weapon man can make
to blind our eyes, for we are steel and lace;
Beauty on Strength. Truth always lives as long
as falsehood's fickle tongue finds words to break
Barriers of weak trust in inner space.
So shall the stuff of storms and dreams live on
To brace the battling hearts like you and me.
Remembering those like us who are gone:
Encased in flesh, 'til Angels set them free.