Love is not always kind but never is cruel It lingers, no, insists, through all Resting, with my gaze and touch on you And I have no retreat, no way to sever Had I a choice, would I choose other? But there is no choice, no choice in this matter My love is of wisdom, of truth, of nature It pays no regard to fault or censure But stumbles on against the wind And is undeterred by suffering and pain I love you now and will love you then I wonder when we will meet again