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Love is more than beauty; it trumps death.
Disarms the ache of losing, the chest-jumping distress.
Painful depths, that strange despair,
Slamming you full on the mouth.

The loud insistent threat of drowning
Is coming up to breathe.
There is now something, death-defeating
Something dominating. Absorbing, swallowing,

Wonderfully resistant, resiliently persistent - 
You are loved. By life, by love...
By forever and beyond
(Time).This joy jolts at your heart.

I know I'm unreliable; I make no guarantees - 
But he has staked himself for me.
His love is blazing through.
These waters cannot quench love; they will not let you go,

And even as they drown you, somehow you'll surely know:
This love is... real. (And more) Yes, more
Than the world and all its robbing rivalries 
His love is more than all.




"When you pass through the waters, I will be with you; and when you pass through the rivers, they will not sweep over you. When you walk through the fire, you will not be burned; the flames will not set you ablaze." Isaiah 43: 2