The deep decline of trust foretells our fate; 
In future dispositions of our hearts.
They may be rent when once we feel the darts
Of wrathful liars sending out their hate.

So parsed may be the senses felt of late
That we should know the endings or the starts
Of all that feels so painful and thus smarts;
As faith is severed we might lose our mate.

In congress may we join again my love
With no regrets for what we may have lost,
For all is ours to take and render won.

Both hands reach forth with starlit night above
To touch soft cheek and tender any cost.
'Twas once destroyed, has now anew begun.