NEVER SUCH LOVE
Twined together and, as is customary,
For words of rapture groping, they
‘Never such love,’ swore, ‘ever before was!’
Contrast with all loves that had failed or staled
Registred their own as love indeed.
And was this not to blab idly
The heart’s fated inconstancy?
Better in love to seal the love-sure lips,
For truly love was before words were,
And no word given, no word broken.
When the name ‘love’ is uttered
(Love, the near-honourable malady
With which in greed and hast they
Each other do infect and curse)
Or, worse, is written down...
Wise after the event, by love withered,
A ‘never more!’ most frantically
Sorrow and shame would proclaim
Such as, they’d swear, never before were:
True lovers even in this.
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