For Better For Worse



Picture from NYTimes.com

When the sickness comes
So early in spring,
Forlorn it becomes
The clime of sweet thing.
The wind blows the day,
And the thread shall tear,
But vows will not sway
Nor love cease the care.

Lancelot

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