When I dare believe that love
Can also be received – or
daring more, can be held and without chains
will not let go;
Or when that reassurance
That with patience doth restore us,
Tender reaches with swift might,
Then all is right, I do not doubt;
And feel do I your arms around me,
once again – and love that binds me
grows the limbs that guard
this sacred, solid ground.
For though so often I am lost
More often still that I am found,
And cherished more for having lost
Yet never losing loves sweet sound.
