Why do our edges dull; & why do we break down?
Why is our effort null; & where is our renown?
Our pitiful fights won; & petty ones lost…we are hopeful brigands;
Love’s motley star-crossed.
Our minds mostly in sync & simper fi one eye.
A well weathered wink…so nothing slips by.
It’s over in a blink & drawn out for a mile.
Two very tall stiff drinks & nurse them for a while.
Gulping thru the ease in; again, I relearn you.
Please lean in to reason…
Say, love can get bored too.

