Something with deep secrets whispered the heart
As we two poets wandered down paths narrow
Dear Love! 'To hold onto love's more than art,
Souls must be matched, must be made of love's glow,
Lustful poems won't hold love long together,
Skilled flattery has little sway at all;
Real love lasts if like souls join to weather
Any earthly thing thrown to challenge the soul,
Skilled love can produce balance and supply
When the flowing fount turns dry bringing grief.
The universe can't the poet's verse deny
Where the Creator joins with love the brief.'
Therefore all skills known to man I'll master,
Employ, to keep us thriving together!