Unequivocal Love

Love I heard can raise the Dead.
From young such I was taught.
Jack chopped down the beanstalk.
An apt equivalent.

Love grows tired and must rest,
Like Blunderbore after scoffing –
He woke, chased & fell to death
Thief and his mom duly profiting.

Love is done when Love’s begun –
Apt, but slightly confused.
Who did love favour the age was asked:
The giant or the thieving little brutes?

Poem. An Apt Equivalent of Love
Poem.
An Apt Equivalent of Love
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