Believe me not, dear, when in hours of anguish <br />I say my love for thee exists no more. <br />At ebb of tide, think not the sea is faithless; <br />It will return with love unto the shore. <br /> <br />E'en now I pine for thee with old-time passion, <br />And place my freedom in thy hands once more. <br />Already, with loud noise, the waves are hasting <br />Back from afar to the beloved shore.<br /><br />Aleksey Konstantinovich Tolstoy<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/love-s-ebb-and-flow/
