When love has been tested
And found not wanting,
It's been tempered
In the flames of despair and loneliness;
Hammered on the anvil of desire;
Polished by the cloth of reciprocity.
Love shimmers under the golden shield,
Glitters beneath the nights scimitar.
It defends against detractors.
I know.
I am loved.
Tested and found worthy.
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