John Lyly we paraphrase: “All’s fair in love and war.”
My euphuistic lines elicit sounds nasal,
Through bore bring some to snore.
Do not chase, some say,
The right people who belong in your life
Will come find you and stay.
But remember reciprocity is a knife
For opening packaged moments
With emotion rife—
Those which strife foment,
Those we wish would endure forever;
And some that changed what “Oh!” meant.
It is at work in nearly all endeavors,
The reader to the writer
The chef to your olfactory pleasure.
It is in the ring with prize fighters,
The teacher and student learning together;
And two that hold each other tighter,
In the hills of Banoffee, in the heather.
It aids mighty generals, war-seasoned,
And strangers talking of the weather.
Reciprocity is also the reason
For joy deep in the core
When laryngeal treasures aural nerves are pleasing;
When heartstrings sing “Je t’adore”.
Copyright © 2014 H.K. Longmore