A faint line to survive,
Should it snap, its barely present tether,
Our love may lose its life,
A boulder, immoveable, eternal,
Needs just the ground to fail,
Then who can stop its rolling, giant mass,
What sad damage will its descent entail?
Or is there a strength greater than e'en that,
Born with a professed love,
To touch such force with that faintest of lines,
To pull it back above?
That you should learn!
Such magic's powerful,
Then neither storm nor your own weak failure,
Could deny you the strength needed to pull.
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