Love un-confessed is not love denied,
It is love ignored.
Love thus disdained falls short of its mark
And dies soul-less, alone, like Bellerophon of old.
Loves great summit is reached not alone not afraid nor soul-less or cold.
It is reached in the arms of another
So dear; bold, un-afraid, ‘gainst
The hail and the cold ‘midst the sunshine gold.