Love has no guaranty, There is no certainty but this: He who loves makes himself a hostage To the winds of fate and the whims of man's caprice, To share love's laughter is to weep love's tears; And he who scales the heights Will surely plumb the depths. But if you would ever find your centre Then you must lose yourself in passion's throes Until you know not which is you or she You both are one in ecstasy. If you would ever know love's peace, The joy and the fun of two lives shared, If you would ever feel strength Of one who walks secure and free, Wrapped in love fulfilled, Then you must first extend your hand In hope and trust and love And go forward together. This poem and the one above were written on a plane fight to Gautagne.