Poem: To Be Frank Over Foolhardy

[xxkaytayxx]

I wrote this one to get out of my first person addiction and to try a new rhyme scheme I don't usually touch. I'm not sure if it's as smooth as I'd like.

To Be Frank Over Foolhardy

For those of you that speak of love
The beating heart and fluttering dove
The blessing of the heavens above
I suggest you calm your tongue

Dear love itself is so rarely true
Yet for it pain and blood ensue
Until black retribution is due
So in its name necks are wrung

Yet this phase will likely not last long
And is not worth Orpheus’ song
Accompanied by the funeral gong
Very quickly a life is done

But if this love beats with the heart
Races within and through every part
And there is no end from the start
Then sweet caution is your guide

Keep your passion within the gate
Obey Patience, the joy to wait
Don’t drink it all at an alarming rate
Or there will be cold at your side

If you rush without the wings to fly
On the pyre your body will lie
And Love loves to suck men dry
So dear time, I urge you to bide

Ominous words, yes, but honest they
Warn so dark night bows to day
So poor men can survive to say
Whether love is true or a lie