Love Uncertain

I guess you lost your patience,
And found a broken heart.
I should have told you sooner,
Uncertain love's, not smart.

In courting love uncertain,
You can't get any more;
Than what they choose to give you,
I told you this before.

I'm sorry for your feelings.
I know you're very hurt.
But when you take a lover,
You get a just dessert.

So while a cherished moment,
May seem a certain love.
Remember, love forever,
Is what you're dreaming of.

And that is what it is you see.
A dream that can't come true;
As long as you're pursuing,
Uncertain loves, untrue.

So stop, and just consider,
Should you become its wife;
The choice of love uncertain,
Means chosen pain for life.

With painful love considered,
You must now fear the thought.
So run from love uncertain,
It always comes to naught.

GREENWOLFE 1962

Harmony I ( Who Cares? )

Who cares about their color?
They'd twinkle anyway .
Someday they'll both have places
In Heaven's bright array.

Who cares about her poundage?
She still looks very nice.
My arms still reach around her,
I think that will suffice.

Who cares about her cleavage,
Whatever size they are?
I'm sure they have their beauty.
I never got that far.

Who cares about her hairdoo?
She's going with the flow.
I doubt if she considers;
But that's not bad, you know.

Who cares how old she's getting?
She's still the same to me.
Sometimes I take for granted,
We both shall always be.

But care, I do, about her.
In life, above all things.
And cherish every moment
We share, from which it springs.

GREENWOLFE 1962

Harmony II ( The Fourth True Love )

Yes, it shall be remembered,
Long after we are gone;
How much I loved her truly,
Till we were called upon.

Called upon to leave this world
Of doomed love now and then.
Bound for certain destinies,
Perhaps, to meet again.

If it's true, then in your time,
While you are here below;
The truth of love eternal,
Both she and I will know.

So here's a clue to guide you,
To love beyond your days.
The truth is, love eternal;
Is formed in many ways.

The first, is just by friendship.
The second, joys unbound.
The third, is inner beauty;
The one that I had found.

There is a fourth to cherish,
Though it's quite rare you see.
The one that's formed in Heaven.
The one called, Harmony.

GREENWOLFE 1962