Let critics judge these words in years to come,
With bitter tongues, maligning all my art;
Though jeering voices strive to strike me dumb,
They cannot dull the pride within my heart—
Pride for the love I’ve ever held for you,
Pride for your faith that ever honors me;
Pride for the steadfast strength that saw us through
The darkest turns of fate’s adversity.
Yes, critics do their part—as critics must;
And envy clouds the sight of others’ gain;
In love alone we place our truest trust—
For souls thus joined shall never part again.
So let them scorn these lines with all their might;
Even in humble verse, true love shines bright.

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