Love
Love is like a street-lamp,
on a cold moonless night;
the glow, a warming sight
we move toward as would
a moth advancing on flame --
love can heal and maim…
Love is like a buoyancy
for one long treading
and about to sink – only
so much loneliness can
gulping heart drink –
love can be missed by
a blink --
So, take a chance on love --
lips offered, the song played
no matter time and place – love
is a blessed grace
though only the daring
need apply and embrace –
all we have to freely give
and hopefully will receive
for love can joy and grieve...
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