Constant Variable

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.

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