Come what may, stick to love
Even if the sun refuses to shine
And the flowers refuse to bloom
And the guns and the tanks refuse to stop
booming on and on
from the heart's haunted periphery
If there is to be a war
Let it be between those who love and those who hate
If there are to be many wars
Let us conquer those with love
In the fiercest of storms, in the foulest of times
When light and darkness makes abject circles
in our peninsulas of dejection, when the robins
and the thrushes refuse to fly, refuse to sing,
refuse to be, know this, that there is something
within and without, that will keep us going,
bounding, towards the edges and corners
of reckoning, and beyond
Come what may,
Refuse to cave in,
Because you are beautiful
Because love makes you so
And it ever will.
