Love is to every life the uncanniest response,
For by it are the indulgence of life woven.
Love is the lulling hat that curbs the bonce,
For to it, indeed, is the thinking head cloven.
Love is the amulet, in the heart's crevice, worn
From whose rosy pendant twined hearts redden.
Love is the ageless bloom that's never forlorn
But yellows the lean lilies in time's garden.
Love is the salted sweet rousing of distant past
With reminisce of jolly tears and gone memories.
Love was the rear rapt ruler of our lives’ cast
Until the hurried act of cruel fate - love's vagaries -
Fiendishly struck and, a recluse, made me, to stay.
Even so is this sweet pain of love my sole forte.