There is no fare
For love per se,
Save be to chance
Love may ignite,
No steadfast way
It means to stay,
More than a day
Or thru the night,
Nor beyond next,
As if an easy road
Of fairy tale text,
Holds love be fair
And assuredly there,
Until you be no more,
Alas thus be love’s fare!
Lovely.
Pleased you liked it, and thank you for saying. Jean-Jacques