If love a cynic leaves
Steven Parris Ward
Love may, in differing guise, present its face,
With varying degrees of tenderness,
As passion ardent or through gentle grace,
Fair service, or in constant faithfulness.
If new love calls when old love comes to nought,
Let not the heart in fear be circumspect,
Be brave, for love from brooding ne'er was wrought.
Nor nurtured harking back to past regrets.
Above all else to lover's speak the truth,
Be modest, kind and free from vanity,
For beauty's face must fade with passing youth,
But virtues' beauty grows through honesty.
If love a cynic leaves I beg thee try,
To nurture optimism ere ye die.