Brace yourself for love, for it is coming,
A wave of love that well might knock you down.
So may you lose your hard-earned rep for cunning,
The ruthlessness for which you are renowned.
In every moment, every thought and feeling,
Love waits for you to turn and it is there,
Lying 'neath the equities you're dealing
Endlessly, a longing that you share.
Do, then, turn, and let yourself be broken,
And let your pain and sorrow be a token
You leave for those who deal and do not care.
Copyright by Nicholas Gordon. Free for personal or non-commercial use.
Audio and Video Music: Forever Yours. By Wayne Jones. Music free to use at YouTube.