Love to every day’s circumference,
Love to the very terminus of breath,
Through coalition of each servile sense
In absolute allegiance unto death.
I know all this to be a certainty,
Not because love proves it so till now,
Nor because you often promise me,
Nor the solemnity of given vow.
I know that you will love me all your life
By some impenetrable, furthest knowing;
That nothing in the destiny of man and wife
Will sever us till death obliges going,
When heart of the universe is always you
Then grant the name of love to a tie so true.
Source: “Human, My Race” by Amy McGrath
