Love, if not love, is a fountain full of a sour cup;

Life is full of impediments making you choke up;

Life adornments are clad in a widow's weeds;
Today's love is governed by whim lacking deeds.
If you fall on a snake, you are an easy prey;
Your heart is snatched away, and you obey;
The venom is running in your veins by its fang;
You live on that scar to remember the pang.

Maybe, my poems to you still do not read well;
Love is not love if not enduring and not humane;

A comely female student asked me what love is;
She made me lose the lesson pace and I felt shaky;
I told her: ' love is fully crowned with knowledge.'
Love is divine and for the knowing not the ignorant;

It sounded all Greek to her, and love I wanted to abridge;
I told her: ' Are you in love?'. She said: ' I'm errant.'
'Two roads diverged', Poe wrote, so lady rank yourself;
She said: ' Oh teacher, please don't be tough on me.'

I replied: 'Twenty-first century love is words on the shelf.';
I am not a tenderfoot, so mind my words and leave the rooks;