But what about the bad things?
The nights when there was no Love,
To curl up, contented,
cat-like on your bed,
when you sleep,
no Love, to whisper in your ear,
no Love, to shine away the gloom
And turn the corners of your mouth
to meet the sky.

Yes, remember the good.
But remember the bad, too,
when you emerge, triumphant,
from the Church doors,
your battle scars forgotten in a corner.

Because, I promise you,
You will.

So long and goodnight.