That even the powerful trees quiver
At the touch of a single raindrop
Falling from the clouds.
Even the steadfast mountain crumble
At the slightest brush, or gust of wind.
And even the beautiful sun
Must fall each night to regain her strength,
To face another day.
And, Love, you might be strong –
I know that you are.
But like the trees, you will quiver.
And like the mountains, you will crumble.
And like the sun, you will fall.
But you will get back up.
And I promise, you will be okay.