Love true and precious
Is slow but steady
Confident and graceful
In its sure strides
But clumsy in character
Outlook and strident swagger
Like a whirlwind
Is infatuation
Though its fragrance
Could be so sweet sometimes
It is as every cologne
That fades with time
The sweltering rays of dearth
And the warm waves that erode
The shore of youth
These strengthen the tap-root
Of true love
But scorch the shallow
The fun-seeking and capricious
Fibrous roots
And trunk
And leaves
Of calf love.
(c) Chris Jibero.1992.
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