Love's Wisdom
Love that is wise waits to unfurl,
the Grand Exchequer guarding pearls
that fools would fain throw before swine.
The fond endearments that are mine
would be to you a parrot's song,
words where the melody is wrong,
unless your heart has ears to hear.
Love that is pure demands a cost
else Paradise be freshly lost
and downward plunge toward the abyss.
There is no agony like this
when thirst can never quenched be
and torment knows no remedy;
when innocence has kissed the churl
and swine have gobbled up the pearls.
Copyright, 1987, Faye Gibson
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