The angels sing, “Love is faithful!”;

the innocent, “Love is kind”;

the blind, “Love is wondrous”;

And the daring, “Love is mine”.

The romantics call for music,

the deaf for soft lights,

the mothers for blessed dates,

and the children for shared kites.

The movies give a swelling close-up,

the stage a sweeping embrace,

the park a twisting oak-tree,

and the city a dwelling place.

But the skeptics call blasphemy,

they smear this painted art.

The lonely clamor fairy-tale,

but this voice is still a small part.

Yet, with the weight of the good versus that of the bad

We will always side with the vilely-clad!