Of course, the free verse crowd will decry this as old-fashioned archaic language, with no place amongst their modern offerings of plasticised sophistries, whereby love’s ritual, is no longer to be expressed as a real emotional experience.

Where too often, their gaudy offerings are seen presented as some anfractuous item packaged in polyethylene in some internet storage facility of words, or as glaze eye catechumen on a wordmongers stall arranged for effect. Such is the wonders of modern poetry.

Whereby, free verse’s illogical language is now classed as an art form, at least by the uneducated. Students go to colleges to be educated, there nothing in the end product to substantiate that assumption if free verse is a consideration worth noting.

 However, the said free verse may no longer qualify as being modern, it is now well into antique time and therefore approaching archaic status. To be viewed possibly, as word’s stumpiness of poetic curiosity, beloved by short-legged grammarians and punch-drunk comma chasers, living on a diet of definite articles.

True shares o’ love by nature are,

it surely, sweetest o’ man’s pleasure.

For there be seen due credit far,

if not, its acme o’ his treasure.

For ne’er be him aye counting cost

or accumulation o’ his baubles.

If he should see, dilection lost,

what griever then, peer they his troubles?

For cozen man cause grieving heart,

he be as raking o’ life’s sorrows.

What premium self would reason part,

if love’s own heed it no tomorrows.

What man should fear, or dare to try,

Au courant; Self-passion all embracing

if from his care, he gave a sigh,

for one, to wish he such a sharing.

Does not, desire, in time outsmart

concealment o’ that lonesome thought.

Of all those pains itself impart,

if love’s own hand, it ne’er has sought.

For friendship, be itself so blest,

centricity; such said, largess o’ man.

Deny me ne’er that lone request,

to see how, a priori time began.

Or ever so, to seek from me,

that pricelessness o’ bliss destroy.

When wasted words deem to decree,

denial; Its own such thought deploy.