Ballast

This love, enduring - ballast of the soul is ever curing, thee to mine, not role, but a clear stream of commonplace, of knoll, that not division's grinding can control! Heart spoken, not then of some earthly toll, life's emptying - its prisons, its extol is neither weight's dissension or escrow, that carrying as to mention, only know. Love's ballast - risen, tempered - Godly show is faith within, the inner mind's re-vow does save, and then does throw away the dole, while joy of true love, living is enow!