Tuesday, December 27, 2011

Overread at the Counter: a 360 about Courtly and Contemporary Love


How I prefer the poems of old
That spoke of a Love so pure.
When Love restrained, Paradise gained
and, for Honor and Passion, endured.

Although I know those poems of old
Were mostly outright lies,
I prefer them to these harrowed days
When Love, for Pleasure, dies.

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