A strong and brave one,
The Fearless, went out hunting.
They held their breath
To hear that he was coming-
From barren wood to swampy hollow,
He now was returning.
They unblinking watched
As up the mountain climbing
He crested over with the sunrise,
Potentially with his bounty;
Though torn and bruised and broken,
He appeared to carry nothing.
But empty handed standing
He cupped his fearless
Palm across his chest,
“Love,” he panted,
“Love unending.”