True Love is founded in rocks of Remembrance <br />In stones of Forbearance and mortar of pain. <br />The workman lays wearily granite on granite, <br />And bleeds for his castle, 'mid sunshine and rain. <br /> <br />Love is not velvet, not all of it velvet, <br />Not all of it banners, not gold-leaf alone. <br />'Tis stern as the ages and old as Religion. <br />With Patience its watchword and Law for its throne.<br /><br />Vachel Lindsay<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/love-and-law/
