O’ love
Dear and sweet
Like the dove
White and fine.

Where do you linger?
Hiding in the shadows
To inspire the singer
And haunt the poet.

Elusive to those who seek,
Pursuing the colder heart.
Caressing a young golden cheek,
Aging to the wiser maid.

When it seems that all hope is lost
No way to mend the broken heart,
A little tidbit it is tossed
Renewing strength and might.

However see now your days
Spent in constant longing
Torturous in all your ways
With no possible means for escape.

Do you repent
O’ love like the dove,
And always cautious as the serpent?
Make amends and fall again.