Love’s labour’s lost which seeks home out of place:
an unswept hearth, a heart as black as coal.
It rather should burn steadily, keeping pace
with kindred spirits, render true hearts whole
Love’s labour’s patient, understanding, kind
seeks not to self-aggrandise, or deceive;
seeks rather to spread light, though it be blind:
Love’s lantern light shines that we might receive
Its message, which, enduring as the hills
keeps company with us, spans mountain heights
and plummets through the valleys, streams and rills
to bring direction in the darkest night
And you, my love, my compass have become
proof positive of all I’ve overcome
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Written for dVerse
Tonight, I’m hosting Poetics, and we pay homage to The Bard, on the anniversary of his baptism…
The bar opens at 3pm E.T. – hope to see you there!