Poetry

If we give our own hearts to each other
then in love we are joined together,
as two distinct persons forming a whole
but each true like the compass to the pole
in togetherness we are no more alone
while we are going into the unknown.
 
There is nothing that love cannot quench
nor for its sublime ways can recompense
and never anyone can get of it enough,
of that great thing that we know as true love
when we make someone dear, our very own,
while we are going into the unknown.