The Lucky Heart

Shakespeare told me to..

To claim one love could last a life is lie,
For love comes back to us in countless ways;
If that claim held, then romance ought to die,
Seldom does love stay through all our days.

‘But love, it lasts forever,’ some will say;
Yet love alone cannot outlast all time.
For life holds many loves along the way,
But longing lingers past a heart’s decline.

For love will shift and change from face to face,
And bind us only for a moment’s hold,
But longing lingers in its sacred place,
A lasting truth no passing love can mold.

So rare the heart for whom these truths align,
Such lucky hearts will find the two entwined.