Journal of Vidal

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What is love, but an emotion,

So strong and so pure,

That nurtured and shared with another,

All tests it will endure?

What is love, but a force,

To bring the mighty low,

With the strength to shame the mountains,

And halt time’s ceaseless flow?

What is love, but a triumph,

A glorious goal attained,

The union of two souls, two hearts:

A bond the angels have ordained?

What is love, but a champion,

To cast the tyrant from his throne,

And raise the flag of truth and peace,

And fear of death o’erthrow?

And what is love, but forever,

Eternal and sincere,

A flame that through wax and wane,

Will outlive life’s brief years?

So I’ll tell it on the mountaintop,

In all places high and low,

That love for you is my reason to be,

And will never break or bow.