Art Of Loving Poem by Wayne Falconer

Well I did hear how
like day follows night
nothing compares with
the art of loving.

Might take ice age
before you might grasp
begin to really know
know to part the waters.

Well could easily be
often dethroned in love
easy to march wrong path
listen to strange dark tune.

Who might ruin romance
cause clouds to form
lightening to strike
within the wrong heart.

Like lovers devour cake
romantic dreams flow free
never to truely forsake
we wake to hold true.

Awake the lovers spark
whose fire burns freely
to bring the wells spell
whose vows are forever.

Finally like lovers float
like rich spell unbroken
nothing shall daily compare
with the art of loving.