Lovers
Fools often marry for money
Smart people marry for real
While the fools’ eyes will be runny
The lovers’ tears will never feel
Love is so very fickle
It is often not what we think
If we want it to be all hugs and tickle
It will simply end up on the brink
When we go through life unchanging
Unfeeling, un-whole, unwell
We often find our feeling
Has sunk into a deep dark well
For to love it is necessary to waver
Unwavering is death to the heart
Love can be a lifesaver
If only it is not looked at as art
True, love is not art
But it is a work of art
If two lovers refuse to part
And only answer to the call of the heart
