Fear Not—Farewell

Fear not,
sweet love,
the hands
of time,
for poems
do not
always
rhyme,
fate runs
its course
and plays
its tricks,
and in the
last
and final
mix,
one wins
it
all
and loses
naught,
if love
was good
and battles
fought
to their
very
final
end,
good-bye
sweet love,
farewell,
my friend.

Excerpted from Love by Danielle Steel. Excerpted by permission of Dell, a division of Random House, Inc. All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher.