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To Virgil, written from my point of view. As an idealist, I would hope that gender doesn't matter. Words can speak louder than stereotypes after all.

Love Had a Sensitive Dream

Red as the resonant rule
Dubbed love the resident fool
Come as it may and go far and fey
Red could never be cool

Love warranted Will might be right
And circuited home wearing white
The day rapt in peace from the hills to the seas,
But the night would no longer requite.

So love pursued lessons in blue
Every word that his lips posed was true
But no wrong could he right with a soft-spoken flight
Of fancy for answers anew.

Love had a sensitive dream
To pay out the day in green
But then noone knew him and they all missed and rued him
And expected him sight unseen.

So Love came back in black
In the nighttime which lent him his knack
And then they all placed him, those who could face him
And kindly they placed him on track.

Love saw Will again
Carrying his old fountain pen
Will said “If you need change, then my conscience assuage.
Take some ink and write like you ken.”

Love went home to his rose grotto
Fondly took in what his motto
Decreed in bold hue from the roof to the flue,
Happiness is a flame-colored wattle.