Through storms and years, the vow remains unbent,
A quiet light that time cannot obscure;
Though tempests rage, the heart's intent is lent,
And every trial proves the pledge is pure.
The world may doubt, may waver, turn, or strain,
Yet steadfast love endures where words had fled;
A promise kept transforms both loss and gain,
And honors all the tender paths we tread.
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