On Love…

Soul mates and May-Decembers, Singles clubs with fickle members, Former flames-now dying embers, And, those that claim it true…

A glove that fits and longs to find, A passion felt and shared in kind, With madrigals to woo the blind, And, bind the hearts like glue…

His and hers and things to share, A gentle kiss or subtle dare, With knowing looks that say I care, And, tables set for two…

Love is oft the former phrases, Casting spells on those it dazes, In its wake-the hearts it razes, And, turns from red to blue.