LoVe MuSiNg

 

Sing with songs of rapture

You most intended beau

Leap with joy, you maidens

Your future groom will show

 

With charms most desiring,

You seek to draw him near

With serenades enchanting

You bellow for her ear

 

What is this thing called love

To which we bend and bow?

The taste of its fine fruitage

I dearly want to know

 

What prize is there to win?

That makes us risk the heart

To flaming misery

And chaos when we part

 

What is this thing called love

 None can ever master

But risk the tumbling fall

That most oft comes after

Reviews

[Helen Crutchett]

Oh. just beautiful Empress! The first thing I read this morning
and it has put joy into my heart and a leap in my step too!
I love your musings on "love".....well done!

Thank you so much for "Keeping the Dream Alive"! Albert
would have adored this one.

Helena

[deeps]

Such a wonderful write, full of emotions,
Enjoyable read!