House, chariot, and hoarded wealth—
These are not the law of love.
They are tools for survival in the march of days,
Not the altar upon which love is sworn.
Love requireth not coin,
Nor possession,
Nor name, nor rank, nor title carved by men.
The covenant of love is sealed by other means:
By sincerity unfeigned,
By sacrifice willingly borne,
By loyalty that doth not tremble,
By honesty uncorrupted.
This is love made clean.
All else is vanity,
A union hollow and already dead.
Beauty of flesh, adornment of form—
These fade like smoke before the wind.
What endureth is the strength of devotion,
The will to stand for one soul alone.
Riches promise joy,
Yet deliver emptiness.
For gold cannot swear fidelity,
And wealth cannot love thee back.
Blessed is the love unchained from possessions,
For it boweth to no false god.
Cursed is the love weighed by riches,
For it shall collapse beneath its own greed.
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