When all goes ill instead of well,
There is no remedy but love.
Test after test, results do tell
When all goes ill instead of well.
Our words and deeds each stint or spell
Reveal what we are both made of.
When all goes ill instead of well,
There is no remedy but love.
—Jane Blanchard
Image by Eggstelle via Creative Commons. Image cropped.
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