Oh, do not tremble, sweet, and do not fear;
What we on Facebook are shall true appear.
We’ll be the who we seem, the what we say,
And nothing shall our loving wipe away.
There’s no erasure from the scroll of soul
When spoke, it has, from underneath the sea.
Far deeper has my love swoln up more whole
In telling its heart’s beatings beat for thee.
We will not flash n fizzle, gone, goodbye,
Nor pale become as ghosts of vanished force,
Nor flit like some sigh-passing butterfly
That fainter faints it on its phased-out course.
Nay; solid rock, like blocks of buildings grand,
Will bump and hold and bank us where we stand!