Sonnet: "Love's Con Artist"

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Love is not the entirety; not the air

Nor the nourishment upon the table,

Not the safeguard on the back as to fare,

Or even the roof’s defense enable.

Love cannot save a precious fading life,

Nor buy world’s treasure to your heart’s desire,

It cannot ease the pain on a lost waif,

Or change to calmness a murderer’s ire.

Though many was tormented for love’s sake,

Every Tom, Dick, and Harry seeks always

A bona fide passion that does not break,

Or an untainted heart in any case.

Though I’ve risked love and felt pain at some time,

I would not change anything for a dime.

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