The first fires of love forging a future with their white heat -
when they cool?
perhaps no more than dust to be blown away by the wind,
perhaps no more than wishes to be washed with tears,
but perhaps something more solid and lasting,
perhaps something of gold and iron wrought strong
or something of great worth not recognised
until cooled in the ashes it is found.
These, true founded,
stand the test of time,
for these are the real
castings of deeper love.
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