Love is the reason why, in confusion, we understand.
It was a love that was not a contract but an affection of the soul.
While the Holy Spirit is hidden, He is never, ever absent
There will always be trouble so there will always be a time for heroes
Yet, happy are the pure of heart for they have known the music.
What are those glorious dots? Those, dear one, are forget-me-nots!
For happy are the merciful for they shall, too, know mercy.
Love is the reason why, even in suffering, we smile.
They would be a duet. They would be happy. What is happy, anyways?
Where they had once ambled alone, they now walked together home.