Four Love Poem by Ruth L. Rivers

When passion for Passion doth take
its hasty leave
And torid loves find torn their
hearts at end
Then one may see its guests do bequeathe
Themselves, yet only for a memories pen

When hearts for Diamonds do shine
away to sunder
And glitter grates its shattered
formal gatherers
Then to each find a hostile friends plunder
Themselves, yet only wealthier in offense

When desire for Desire doth meet
its lonely last
And fatal cries come yet ripe
with moral woe
Then two find lot for three in past
Themselves, yet only in rich youth has left

When love for Love doth sigh
to endless echo
And bonds break not at time
nor lifes decay
Then hearts deserve what could not show
Themselves, yet only the ones of hope berreft

By Ruth Rivers
1/27/08