Yet God who gave me love for you, then asked me to leave you, left the love intact. Perhaps sensing somehow across the miles, the moment to finalize the separation had come, you called on my wedding night. I'd gone to share another's life. The struggle is not ended. Lead us not into temptation.
Memory lingers until death.
The miracle I longed for, prayed for, may yet be granted. Dear friend, we may yet meet again with the Rising Sun. Love's labor is not lost.