There is no fair-weather love
In nature, no fair weather...
In love, there is nowhere fairer
Than your heart's desire of
And not for
Care or despair, rebel
No rebellion is inclusive
No rebellion is merely personal
Though so conducive to propel all points
Onward, to be continued, dot dot dot...
There are no fair-weather dreams
In plain English, no free lunch...
In love, there is nowhere fairer
Than a non-dominant unswayed declaration of self
And a non-hypocritical acceptance - inequitable wealth
Of the kit 'n' caboodle
Sent to subjugate us all
Rebellion is slavery dressed to the T
Grace is the closest we've come to heaven
