The Spirit of Love
The Spirit of Love
Acquaintance is but the passing fancy
And the breaking of, no harm I can see.
But friendship of gold
Bears more wealth untold,
Than the world it seems
Could give you in dreams.
Nonetheless, friends can also pass away.
What was in the past may not be today.
But yet it would seem
One may have his dream,
Have love at his door
Like none seen before.
Love at best brings joy and sorrow the twain.
But when not returned, will bring only pain.
Yet through narrow ways,
Love is more like a maze.
Searching, are you lost?
Is love worth the cost?
He who would seek it, may search all in vain.
He who would find it, from self must refrain.
Written by TS Bola 22 Jul 1967 & 11 Jan 2006
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