So what of love, Hearts burning fire, Impaled on the horns of pain and desire, A villain made true; honest man to a liar In wretched quest for an abstract that’s higher
And if, perchance, they should vanquish their need, Will he or she to true love concede Or never quite sure of heart’s fine intention Smother such dreams with stifling convention Then, dastardly torn, twixt right and true Sully their soul with transitory muse
In fear of the power that thunders within And a promise once made, to never give in For the Poet’s dilemma in this miraculous life Is that when blessed with love, ‘tis oft coupled with strife.