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January 19, 2004 | Nora K. Loyd

Let the poets pipe of love
(Usually unrequited love)
And when they've had enough of love,
Then let them write
    —of Death!


True, they may speak of flowers fair
And beauty that is everywhere,
Enthralled by Spring that stirs the air,
'Til Winter brings
    —fair Death!


Now poets may be quite devout
And things divine may write about.
Their prayers express their doubts about
The ways of love
    —and Death!


So let the poets write of love
And endlessly enthuse of love!
When we've more than enough of love
Then we may hope
    —for Death!