Love is admired
From prose and verses.
Love is adored
From sonnets and ballets
And is endeared
In arts, portraits and celluloid,
But if enacted
Off the stage, off the plays,
It is abhorred
By one and all, laden with jealousy.
So is love
To be versed, acted and not practiced.
So is love
To be read, beheld and not bred.
01.04.97
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