A luc Bat

[cidermaid]

A caution to love.

Graze thee well O gentle soul,
Eat words taken from this scroll - take heed
For love has much urgent need;
but listen my love, I plead. Dark nights,
when first love fights and bites….
…take not to heart the slight. For love,
a she lion, a turtledove;
tho’ crowned and found above, must rest
upon her lovers breast
and wait there, for the best is yet
to come. Desire well met,
the soul aroused and set, will wait
for her true love and mate
For first love, tho’ truly great, will fade,
will flee into the shade;
no longer graze the glade. So know
this truth, that love must grow
And sacrificially flow, before
she opens up the door and leaves;
so let desire thus cleave
until it is fully pleased. Attested
by a soul well rested
and then fully arrested - made whole.