WHO DARES, WINS
R. N. TABER
Love is all - to live and die for, yet
some would say, often bitterly,
one kind better to ignore, forget,
even in the 21st century
Our love took root, grew tall and fair
in a shady corner of Eden;
Many who looked and saw it there
begged a cutting for their own garden
Most folk simply walked straight past,
believing it best for everyone;
Others took sticks and stones to cast,
any excuse better than none
In the sun! Behold gay love, its beauty...
though none so blind that will not see
