The Life of Love

The sense of all that is, is not –

The roiling in the angry air –

There are but so much camera work,

And you and I are left here to despair

 

But look around you, past the panes

Of colored glass that hide your eyes;

The life of love’s worth living for,

The simple things we know, and truly

Prize

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