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