As Love would have it there would be no fear.
All of our worries would dissapear.
In what kind of world is worry known?
Only to the sensitive but stubborn does worry seem a concern.
When it changes nothing, wages war on one’s health
Trust in love trust in Good can sometimes be misunderstood
Even by the most faithful and tried subjects
Love he would never hurt anything
To learn this is the end of worry
To know this is death of the fear
Time to play and be together
Worry has been put away