Love is true as true be bold...
Hard to keep, to keep as hold.
Love can leave as if took by a thief...
Followed in kind, by a sudden saddened grief.
Love is valuable to thy heart, be it young or old...
It can be traded, or even sold.
Computerized dating recaptures love's own rekindled raptures.
Computer land promises new found love's own renewed meeting...
Followed shortly by a long gone forgotten, renewed greeting.
Kisses are showered from both unsparingly...
Followed by puddles of love, given real caringly.
Michael Gale
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/love-is-40/
