no tantrum could better insist
the arguments for love and all the foolishness
over which it trips
no monster such as jealousy
sees her object as more than a twisted mirror
of self
a fearless shallow looker
finds only that
which the physical sees
love without respect
admiration without depth
soul less tragedy
at inexperienced try
No summer knight
for which to sigh and or cry
all but shadows of what's known as love
hounding the trail of the sweet by and by
a miserly ogre ever whittling away
at time...........
(written Aug 8,2005 430am)