Love At The Edge Poem by Nero CaroZiv

Oh love, I remember when our humors were alike, and our souls did agree,
On everything we saw or breathed; how sweet! how pleasant must that union be!
But oh! that bliss of love connection is but by only few possess,
Rarely, if few are with the joys of long lasting friendship blest.


Marriage? you say, this is but a fatal engagement made,
Where very few are gainers, but the most of them or all are betrayed:
The mild and forward, the cruel and the kind,
Are in unequal chains by fate and events confined:


Most in marriage are a sacrifice to greed made,
Interest, greed, power and gold, now more than love persuade:
To the conquering of power, the most themselves submit,
That has more charms, attraction, seduction than beauty, youth, or wit:


Mostly unhappy they whom riches thus unite,
Whom wealth does to the sacred cold band invite:
The languid passion quickly will fade and expire,
Wealth, money can never keep alive the dying fire:


Human beauty is worthless, it is fading like May flowers and flying;
Who would for such frivolous trifles think of dying?
Who for a face, a shape, even those that move ships; would languish,
And wander in forest gloom telling the brooks, and the groves his anguish


Shall I? Till she, thinks fit to prize me?
And all, and all beside despise me?
I shall stray from these values; I shall fix my thoughts on what is inviting,
On what will never bear the decline and the slighting:


Wit and virtue claim my duty,
They are much more worth than wealth, power and beauty:
Only to them, my heart bares resign,
And I will no more be tempted or repine.



Virtue, and human spirit to me are a great estate,
I wish no more, I hope no more, but leave to destiny my fate.




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