Who Can Love

'So, we'll go no more a roving So late into the night, Though the heart be still as loving, And the moon be still as bright.' From: So We'll Go No More a Roving By Lord Byron (George Gordon) who can love are there rules somehow that love is beyond fate yes there are one or two more basic wants a roof and a warm plate then a lock on the door a picture on the wall reminding me of home hermits never stand alone they love the past dreams and phantoms love is the rarest ransom deeper than gold or diamond the center of the soul so fragile, vulnerable a hunger, our great desire and yet it can grow cold hold my hand, my left and I will use my right to vanquish every enemy that's what love is I stand in front of thee protect thee from all enmity yes I will give my life gladly trade my death for your salvation so what should you think and how can I explain this strange equation love another more than life sacrifice all a tender and brave conceit yet look about you the hunger of deceit the gift of love devoured not even blood ensures that bond that love doth flower we make a choice, unshaken and in the end love is received like breath the rarest prize is ours the hand is taken we have no fear of living or of death