Love is a grand and wondrous thing
until it turns to face the fire
for in the turn it loses face
and stands as a woman shamed.
There is no light from eyes downcast
and never can there be a smile
when viewing only solid ground
unyielding like the unfeeling.
Love shamed is like a cloud o’er-lay
that forever keeps the sun at bay
and we know humiliation like a plague
seeks out and then destroys.
No laughter comes from out the form
and no echo issues o’er the hills
because, because, love turned one day
and faced life’s raging fire!
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