The Mocking Face of Love
The Mocking Face of Love
Oh, love, why is it that you mock me
Cupid’s arrows falling at my feet
flitting eyes that settle – always elsewhere
trembling hands that never reach to touch.
Why must you visit yet never stay
linger in scented memory
consumed in darkening shadows
pursued by memory’s melancholy.
Oh love, had I tasted your nectar
imbibed the succulence of your secrets
dined on the opulence of your beauty
sated myself on a moment of your madness
Would I then have known you well enough
to smile at the mocking face of love.
John G. Lawless
©6/17/2021
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