Love
Of life’s greatest mysteries, love reigns supreme.
Love comes and goes just like the wind it seems.
Never staying too long at one extreme,
flowing both to and from its own love spring.
Lovers all say that love is one good thing
which gives them hope and strength to start to sing.
Nothing they claim can stop them from loving;
flying so high, they scorch their own small wings,
and then they fall out from the sky cursing,
never taking the blame for such a thing.
This is the way they fall out from love’s ring.
All out of love, they scoff and think love stings.
But when they find new love, their eyes will blink.
And shine like stars, they do not sleep a wink.
Lionel L
(29 Dec 1997)
