Great is the need of others in one’s life,
before the final bell has tolled: of tempests
brewed, of teapots cast into the hard brick hearth.
So great a need it is that once besmote
of love’s dear curse, we with wanton will
do hurl ourselves into the molten fray.
Despite our tired threadbare heartstrings’ pain,
over the objections of our cooler minds’ disdain,
we will go back for more, again, again…
Paul Guernsey Player, Copyright © 2018/06/08