Your verse speaks of
Constraints from beyond
The grave as if love
And life and joy are
Forever taken from you,
Yet your life is far
From wrecked by that man,
And you so much greater
And more amazing than
You it seems perceive,
Your soul is great
And good and pure,
Your beauty burns from
Deep beneath your
Alabaster skin,
And even if you
Cannot see the worth of you
Or hurl aside that vile constraint,
You have a counter at your side,
One to protect your from the storm
A counter that costs you
Not a penny nor a dime,
A counter to carry you
That's always there and free,
And lest you wonder where or what
That counter,
Love,
Is me!
Been burbling a while this. Recent events finally brought it to birth
