How does it feel
When gold of: ' I love you'
Has to be traded for an
unknown metal of say: 'Weather is great'
we run vehicles of life
only on tracks of compromise
the road is known unknowns few
and you don't vacillate roles
in every frame you are a hero

I think it feels good to
Take a stealth glance at the muck
The immorality the liability of dream
And bask in the geometrics of
'Happily ever afters'
For history is penned by victors
And love knows not the art of warfare

Frank Lisa IndiRa Francesca Roger Platt Cornish Martin

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/love-knows-but-little/