Love's Art

Summers swiftness, a calm breeze and a new wind,
certain feelings within mazes of your heart,
the old love of thy : away, unkind,
nothing there to see nor to maraud.

Step-by-step a new love will be born,
forgone those times of bitter pain,
all bad of it in one second torn,
the good of it within will never wane.

Just be honest to yourself,
honest to your heart,
until you find forgotten wealth,
the live of you : the love, your art.