Who can tell where love will lead us,
Love the color of a rose-
Love the ever-sounding bell-
Does she summon to a close,
To the bitter of farewell?
To the gorgeous gate of Hell?
Ah, who knows, who knows?

Who can say what love may teach us,
She may teach us how to mourn,
She may teach us laugther fades
And that the Fair, foresworn,
Is not fair in how it trades-
And how eyes may wound like blades-
But, who’ll learn, who’ll learn?

T.Lee
art: Jake Baddeley