Love is enough. We do not ask to hear
The well loved voice, nor do we seek to see
The angel form. Sufficient for the heart
Faith, and the peace that heals its agony.
Love waits unchanged through all the changing years
Fed by the streams of living memory.
Love laughs at death. For death is but a dream
From which we wake to immortality.
-May 28th entry of the Bedside book, by Patience Strong
I find this very beautiful and challenging. She speaks of love as a dear acquaintance that is always there, having faith that it is there.