Can love be wasted, br Erode with neglect? br br Could it diminish br With too much lonely br Abandonment, br Become almost inept? br br Love lives forever. br Could that be only br If consistently nourished, br Conscientiously fed? br br What can we think, if, br Crumbling, love's debris br Crashes through hopes, br Misappropriates heart? br br The start of a cold br Barren anarchy br Relaxes love's bonds, br So un-yoking begins. br br Duty then treads on the br Heels of what once was br Devotion, and hurt hides br Behind blind fronts. br br But love, never wasted, br Can over-ride lapses, br And, if rising above br Dour clouds, can survive. br . br Climbing to higher skies br It can revive itself. br Given a chance, true br Love and reason advance.