why speak you of love, Matholwch?
i have seen enough to know
how seasonally love flows
in conspicuous patterns
affections like spring rains
showering hearts with hope
fervently avowing adoration
until the heat of summer arise
and passion’s needful cries
fall slowly ineluctably still
like a once coursing copious
stream dessicating down
to a woefully empty bed
such is love’s fair favor
inceptually avid flowing
insistently ever changing
greedily growing lapping
at the most tantalizing
and trickling nuances
of your overly ambitious
most royally malicious heart
George Ellington 