fools for love's sake

Only love can cure love's ills

Love to grace is the last

leap of all.  Free wills

are phantoms from the past.

We must be fools now for love's sake

 

Suffering is so simple all alone -

"when there's no bread you eat grass.'

Love turns on the double moan,

transpiercing needles in the vital compass.

We who loved must prepare again for death