The Chance of Happiness Equals the Risk of Pain
|The chance of happiness equals the risk of pain.|
Whenever you love, it's too good to be true.
Even so, it's truer than you believe,
Nor will you know till it vanishes again.
Time is a sea which opens where you cleave
Yet roils over what you leave behind.
For now, my love sings in the stars,
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