Lover's determination

The world is cold
We need a hand to hold
– a hand of comfort
and as a fort –
When we grow less bold.

Dear love should uphold
Sincere passion seeks a household
– where two hearts twine
and distinct efforts align –
Without manners of a scold

When everything is told
And all mysteries do unfold
– wishes for gold unwind
and you remain mine –
Together we shall grow old.

Believe not your chokehold
For I believe my stronghold
– an aversion for discomfort
and my brisk consort –
Greatness comes from a toehold.

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