OH LOVE!
For Yeats, when old, love fled, went overhead*
and what a mixed up way to quote his verse
but love's like that, all mixed up in our minds
and in our life too, how it does torment.
At first so simple, it hormon'lly launched
so quick, a click, and one's in love at once
that other one they fill one's mind non-stop
how bound one is, our giving side pours forth
out energy, best front, our hopes run high
and at such times we glow with happiness
and they're for me' for life, the passion too
but Nemirovsky asked how did love turn
into friendship within married life?' plus
'When did we stop, tearing each else apart?' **
* when you are old' (1893) by W B Yeats (1865-1939)
** Deux' (1939) ch.IV by Irene Nemirovsky (1903-42)
arthur 15dec11
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