True Love is founded in rocks of Remembrance In stones of Forbearance and mortar of pain. The workman lays wearily granite on granite, And bleeds for his castle, `mid sunshine and rain. Love is not velvet, not all of it velvet, Not all of it banners, not gold-leaf alone. `Tis stern as the ages and old as Religion. With Patience its watchword and Law for its throne.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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