Love's No One-Way Street

Fed by fertile tales of love well-leaven, And fermented to sway young minds too far, As childhood fantasies tad flavoured are, I once thought: love was a rare gift given; And spent all of nascent innocent age— Early fair years of wide-eyed youthful life— Nurturing, nursing this fairy image— That love flowed only from alien breasts rife. Yet, others too of same beliefs were blest, And as I grew was chastened, if not wise, When too late was to know: truth elsewhere lies, That love's no one-way street, nor Cupid's darts, Nor does it blossom as a springtime art, Love emanates from both the human hearts. _________________________________________________ Sonnets | 01.02.10 |