Can't Measure Our Love!
In spirit gentle lovers leave your love's side;
Give flowers or perfume on your return.
What can we spirits do to turn the tide
So slothful love dies and his remains burn?
Let's think on love, speak our minds, pool our thoughts,
Remove gloominess that clouds the bright day;
Let's highly praise long love in the highest courts
So weak love dies young in a kind way.
Oh gentle spirits go back to your love's side,
An example we must be to the world;
Love so only fools would not see you glide
Serenely in love nothing slothful unfurled.
May love's measure be related to our smile;
Our smiles added my love is no measured mile!
By David A. Doolan
© 2019 David A. Doolan
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