If thy lovest long
And thine love be pure
Hate and love be twine

Love is strange, rest be ‘sured
Thus love maketh the blind

Whether infatuated with a cow of a lady
Or an ape of a man
Of rich
Or of poor
Love be an experience, of this we can be sure

Time doth pass
And day turn unto night
Fight after fight
With each routine apology
After years of continuing genealogy
Partners be exhaust

Love be faux concrete
Only for the children

With traits of your heredity
Small innocent feet seek identity

Love be genuine and true
Love is as the toughest of glue
If only for the children