An Apology For Love
He had doubt about telling love … to laities.
Doubt does sprout, and he stopped writing, Ladies,
Not lines, nor about wines, yet about his love,
But he thought: ought I not to find why and how?
He found that Plato, not NATO, nor Tomato,
Warned and scorned at us for writing about love,
Yet he taught and wrote a text on love; this Plato
Did, and he hid his love that he did like a dove.
“Love is not climate, it's private," thought laities;
So, they said, “Hey, No love in lines; it’s private”;
Donne, a great one, told his love….to pieties,
And when I meet my friends, we just dissect climate
This tells us why he feels shy and does not write
On his love, and how this torments him like a blight,
And I'm sure we can write on love: lily, pure white
And dispel this spell as sun does expel, sheer night.
A 4th Place* in the following contest (judged on Nov. 19, 2020)
Nov. 12, 2020
In Rhymes Sublime Poetry Contest
Contest sponsor: Joseph May
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