It is the very tune of hearts, and rhythms <br />To all occasions truly musical. <br />He sticks as fast to her each whim as does <br />The scarabaeus to its curious ball, <br />As if life's very destiny were in it; <br />And as the thing would rather die than part <br />With what occasions her so much turmoil, <br />I swear by what I now of true love know, <br />He'd dare even death rather than banished be <br />From her who has become a part of him.<br /><br />Robert Crawford<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/true-love-217/
