Rhyme Royal: True Love

The new found love is bright as beaten gold,
A treasure that is easy to explain.
Of swooning maids we are so often told
And lusty lads who seek to be her swain.
But when the poet sings the last refrain,
We’re left to wonder where our lovers went
And how the gold of their new love was spent.

The fires of love cannot forever burn
As bright as when the coals were set alight.
Yet in their heat the skillful smith can turn
Dark iron into steel that shines as bright.
Though gold may seem the greater at first sight,
A golden lock will not hold fast your door,
Nor make a sword a knight would take to war.

Ask any craftsman which tool is his best,
And he will show you one with scuffs and stains,
The signs that year on year it’s passed the test.
With oil and stone he lovingly maintains
The cutting edge and wooden handle’s grain.
Love fills us with delight when it is new,
But only time can tell if it is true.

Updated: August 21, 2013 — 3:06 pm