The Talk Of LoveTo talk of love as though it were a plague
Offends my ears, sir. And yet,
To talk of lovers in that vague,
Languid afterglow of love made...
Only serves to love's passions whet.
To talk of love as though it were a given
Offends my mind, sir. But still,
To hear the talk of lovers riven,
And the crimes by passion driven,
I wonder not at who's had love's fill.
To talk of love as though it were a test
Offends my tongue, sir. For not
A single moment of love's best,
Or trials and tribulations rest
Upon a proof of lovers' knot.
Your talk of love as though it were a gift
Elates my heart, sir. But for me
You'd still be one at sea adrift.
Now knowing how one's heart could lift,
We live our life accordingly.
© mjc 31 August 2004