| I always thought those clichéd Expressions of love in popular music Quite meaningless:- Heartache; Heart sore; Love sick.
Now I know whoever coined them first Felt the same pain I feel. These are all real physical symptoms, Real pain; Laughable and unendurable At the same time.
There is some excuse I suppose, For unwary youth To be trapped by these cords. Old men, you would have thought, Had enough wisdom and experience To point out the dangers.
Now I know none are immune To the tricks of love. The traps are everywhere, Even the old and married Are at risk - Especially as they Have the least to gain And the most to lose.
Yet when life shrinks to narrow horizons Even the briefest of voyages Seems an adventure worth pursuing. One last climb up the hill To see the setting sun Fade in a blaze of red glory, To see the high clouds lit from below And the bright world dissolve into beauty, Is an effort worth the making, A sight worth the seeing, A risk worth the taking.
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