(My contribution for the young lovers on Valentine's Day)
Love is absolute, but has its borders. The house of Father Time is littered with love's martyrs; Ungiven and untouched, love's core soon is rotten; The depth of love, its joy and rapture, soon forgotten.
Those free to love rarely love to be free; They imprison eager hearts by a rush to destiny.
Vain dreams lurk at night to steal a mind; The greatest thief of all is wasted time. Break free young lover; resist the urge to wait. Don't let time's prison become your lonely fate;
Pour out your love--every doubt and fear refute; Your cup will remain full and your love absolute.
A young widow joins her aunt’s house-restoration project in the wilderness, determined to take a stand for independence, but two men have different plans for her—and so does God.
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