Loves are many,indeed many are loves
played like sweet notes not far nor gone
fortune fought for her fiery reward
burning untamed fire subservient god
what grace is missed such peace is tossed
twin battle in rational contention
but by lifes breath if this be judged
a rivulet strayed from the course
where's remembrance in fortune mountain peaks
and vast conquest
running and stirring still relentless
claiming the soul and even more
leaving a parting curtain
no final applause
Let us seek love...and not be possessed with ambition and prestige
in the end this may leave emptiness