Verse

It Is Said

Love is a many-splendored thing
From wit, from wisdom, to heart and string
Strung with care upon the wooden frame
Plucked, and strummed, with care untame

Wild abandon, struck to cautious fury
Unfolds, white and black, longing and worry

Patience, long only, until the next time
When in arms, and embrace, to find
The glory of many things to show love
And the fate of a future, only known above