I will not waver.

I will not turn.

If I have to turn my back on you for forty miles

To keep our love

I will be strong.

I will not leave the Path.

I will not look behind to see the regrets.

Nor will I look down to see the

Leering faces of the Damned and Dying

Curdle their faces in Envy and Despair.

I will wait.

I will wait for the clear open Arcadian air we call home.

For your voice to sound louder than Words.

Facing me strength to strength, and embracing me

In Surrender-

O my love.