What if the world be mad?
You are near
What if the mind be sad?
You are here
In my heart, My dear
What if the dream grows old
In a world of fear?
What if the spirit be cold?
You are here
In my heart, My dear
Love is not mad nor sad.
Love is not old nor cold.
Love is here, In my heart,
For you, My dear
Poem By Eugene O’Neill
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