I’ll love and leave you now by yonder garden’s statues,
Each a monument to loving passed,
Scripts of tersest love notes carved upon them,
In memoriam that love forever lasts.
When all is said and done, love’s really something
That a lifetime spent in loving living can be fit
On stones of marbled granite, love etched so simply,
Terse with love and summarising it.
One of the bloggers I follow invited poetic contributions where the word ‘love’ was used in each line. I’ll be buggered if I can remember who it was, to make the link, but this is my contribution anyway.