Love and courage go hand in hand
One without the other is quicksand
To love someone, therefore, is to stand
Not on solid ground but on-moving-sand.
Ah, to moving sand, I give my heart
To the pinholes of light in the dark.
To the shadow perpetually-moving
I'll give up my soul to you, my love, my darling.
And as I do, I ask nothing in return
But know I yearn, I truly yearn
To sink further than any falling-stone
Could or would: to reach my love at home.
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