I found myself—while she was gone— <br />Retracing all her usual habits; <br />A swing by the creek <br />In the still brilliant coolness, <br />A walk along streets <br />We’d walked talkative, silently. <br />There is even a wall of grey stone <br />Rising up from the riverbank, <br />Like love despite time. <br /> <br />If love comes, I wish for it thus. <br /> <br />And when tomorrow—oh, tomorrow! —comes, <br />In fire and strength and beauty and passion, <br />I can promise to patience, to purity: <br />The Lord is faithful. <br />He will bring us to Him. <br /> <br />When love comes, let it come thus.<br /><br />Antoine Lavoisier<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/when-love-comes/
