The Hidden Toils of Love

Precious concern

 

 

 

 

 

It loved too well and couldn't bear to see,

Its lover missing a solace or comfort to be.

The maiden dashed to provide relief at hand,

Even before he realized he was slightly amissed.

Such joys in the giving that came to possess us,

As the fruit of the tree seeks to give of itself.

Plainly pleased that we are able to bring joy at will,

A hand that's lent, with the body nectarine's intent.

Hail to thou pride, which abides with these gifts,

A duty of joy, a purpose of responsibility fulfilled.

Like the roots of the tree that nourishes the plant,

You are the famed buttress for the flowering 'moisle

Too long it seems has Pinotec toiled in selflessness,

Not him, but his mirror, endears a smile for glory, briefly.

For life comes from the merriment of the encounter

What you perchance didn't know, before you needed 'er.

Reviews

[Sagar Waingankar]

This one is acting like an sprinkler in your duty! Nice write!

[patricia]

Not him, but his mirror, endears a smile for glory, briefly. Yes, it is dangerous to rip away a mask, defenses have a purpose too. I like this mischievous flaunt, making use of all that is available. thanks.