Sunday, April 8, 2012

Love's Place

True love is not bought from coin at a store,
But is cultivated, sought in the soil
Of the land; so by such a mindful chore
Do we acquire what we seek. Souls bore
When they do take upon themselves sore love;
For that which is used, discarded as thrift,
Makes the one who discards a sifting glove:
Shows true intent, love, to be but false strings.
Hidden in the music of those false rings,
That he carries in his pocket from time
To time, are histories, lockets, and rhymes;
For such are cheats that do cheat their loves grace,
That they may exchange their love any place.
But worry not; in heaven he has no space.

                                                              Love's Place, (c) Luke Bennette, April 2012

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