(in answer to Andrew Marvell)
Jealous fate and life does see emotion,
do obstacles between two people drive
and that is the way of unpredictable life,
which is still and also rages like the ocean.
People think it just another commotion,
do at their opinions of others daily arrive,
while for the self they constantly strive
and about principles they have no notion.
You came to me in a time of despair,
some people see it as impossibility,
that a person can find a thing so rare,
that true love could ever here be
but I truly know that you do care
and I know that do truly love me.
[Reference:"The definition of love" by Andrew Marvell.]
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