The story of love has many voices,
In silence they speak, as thunder they call.
Those who live alone have many choices,
But to fall in love gives one none at all.
If one pursues too quickly loves first kiss,
And follows love like moths to burning light,
Unrequited, or otherwise, you'll miss.
Take your time, caution is never a slight.
And if indeed you reach the love you seek,
Forged by trials, strengthened by much time well spent.
It will last past death, till no more we speak,
Of lovers who apart would not be rent.