And once again – let’s talk about love.
The spring had sent our hearts and lips aflutter.
Wild pigeons coo, cats scream, girls preen, men mutter,
while cupids in the clouds up above
adjust their nappies and pick up their bows,
with whoops of joy they go hell-for-leather.
It’s their season as all heaven knows:
they hunt in summer, they are dressed for weather.
The cupids bet who’ll bag the biggest number,
intent on their prey they push and shove.
They rush to live before their winter slumber.
But I digress… Let’s talk about love.
Let’s talk about sharing what’s dear
and feeling awkward when the other’s gone.
The dread of loss replacing loss of fear
and sense of joy replacing fleeting fun.
About warmth amidst the deepest cold,
being a distance runner, not a sprinter,
your stamina replaces speed of old.
You know joy in spring and love – in winter.
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