Love Outlasteth All

Could I borrow the laverock's lifting note,

Or the silvery song from the blackbird's throat,

Then would I warble the whole day long,

Telling, in floods of passionate song,

How worlds might tremble, or skies might fall.

But Love, true Love, outlasteth all.

Or, with picturesque words, in phrases neat,

With ringing rhymes, and in sonnets sweet,

Had I the skill of the schoolman's craft

My song the murmurous breeze should waft,

And tell to her whom my heart loves best,

How Love outlasteth all the rest.

~ Harry Breaker Morant

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Infatuation is when you think he's as sexy as Robert Redford, as smart as Henry Kissinger, as noble as Ralph Nader, as funny as Woody Allen, and as athletic as Jimmy Conners. Love is when you realize that he's as sexy as Woody Allen, as smart as Jimmy Connors, as funny as Ralph Nader, as athletic as Henry Kissinger and nothing like Robert Redford - but you'll take him anyway. ~ Judith Viorst