Monday, April 9, 2012

Lovely Strife

When love and strife do mix their ways,
You know that quarrels do end their days
With simmering sun's of summer play,
And thus conquers love by love obeyed.
For what is our pride that we cannot let
Go of what is behind us in the cold
Snow of Winter's long painful night.
Shall we cause such calamities, fright
The neighbors out of house and home
Just to solve a quarrel, to pick a bone?
Yet all of this can be resolved with peace
And shall all the more absolve the crease
That has come upon our steady love;
For by sharing all that we have with her,
We cannot slink away from home like cur's
That do slip off to sea when they feel like
Cutting throats and gaining treasure's spill.
So rather than start world war three I till
The land that I love, and so love thee. Fill
Upon my words if you may to overcome
And staunch the wounds of overdone Hamlet!
For when love and strife do mix,
You either let go or seek to fix. 

                                                               Lovely Strife, (c) Luke Bennette, April 2012

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