My love has been soundly tested. It is not wanting. It is tempered in the fires of despair and lonliness; Hammered and fashioned on the anvil of desire; Polished mirror-like by reciprocity. I display my love on high, Where it glimmers Under sun and scimitar moon. Love is my defense held against all detractors, For I too am loved, I have been tested and found not wanting. I am worthy. I am Love.