A love in verse


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Just now I strode the road, wondering where

Happiness lies. Does happiness lie?

Is so much of that for which we care

Ephemeral, unreal? The case for which we cry?

Thinking of your sweetness, this thought intervenes:

That money-like love, for which God I thank – 

Is the source of true content, the currency, the means

To restore the balance: it’s money in the bank 


Sonnet: We Argue

We Argue – harmony has some bum notes

Uninterrupted bliss is not our scene

My poems suggest our love has nothing mean...


You looking sad across the table

And me wishing I were able

To make some mirth have birth in those blue eyes...