A person did wonder, answers oft sought,
“Is it love I feel, or has lust cast its spell?
How do I know my feelings be true?
No guide of life nor sage does foretell.”
From deep in spirit should arise plaintiff cry.
“Love is not gold, nor diamonds to own,
Cease all your drivel, abide now my words.
For love is a gift, greatest ever known.”
“Whilst beauty of flesh beguiles those too willing,
It is never to preserve hearts so eager.
For time, its keeper, tariff of years must we pay,
Perhaps love’s purse is tragically meager?”
“Harken, my child that you may know,
Voice of ages imparts truth; oppose lie.
To see honest beauty your heart so desires,
Look to the blossom with a blind man’s eye.”
“Be not swayed by false promises,
Nor surrender to sweet words,
But borrow from the deaf, listen with your spirit,
To the sonata of flowers and songs of Hummingbirds.”
“For love is not tangible, negotiable nor bought,
Not fleeting nor ever meant to free.
Love is a commitment, not easily sustained,
Bonding like spirits by their heart’s decree.”
“Forsake false desires,
Fleeting beauty does portray,
Seek the truth within,
That your love will never betray.”