Good love is pure, fresh as the mountain stream
Which gushes from the springs of Paradise;
To find good love is to fulfil life’s dream.
Good love can melt a heart of frozen ice.
Bad love is like a foul, polluted rill,
Drink not of its waters, it brings but ill.
Good love is like ambrosia to eat,
It feeds the body, nourishes the soul;
Bad love too is like food, but sickly sweet,
It feeds the part yet ravages the whole.
Hunger is terrible, but never doubt
Poison is worse by far, best go without.
[The above was first published in Wrong Side Of The River.]
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