Like rock without bed, sliding on sand
Faith without trust is shaky at best.
Tried and true, stout stands firm
In the realization of love’s awesome power
All think crazy and perhaps they are right
In theory it makes perfect sense
But love is not theory to be measured
Love is just constant variable, like ocean
Tide. always changing, eroding the bedrock.
Strength immeasurable, lifting up…
Riding high on wings for flight of being.