If this be love,then let me have your hate.

If you be true then let me hear your lies.

For this, my heart, your message comes too late.

For now my need is for the thoughtful wise.

If this be marriage,let me have divorce.

If this be holy, hasten I to hell..

For love comes in its time without such force.

And of its message who am I to tell?

If this be love,then let me dwell alone.

If this be love, I will be forever chaste.

Your love is like a blow that breaks my bones

A love that lays your world and mine to waste

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Love can shake us to our inner core.

Hence of your love, I wish to hear no more

https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Public_humiliation

Oh dear what can the matter be
We sometimes dislike our own family
Oh,dear send for new batteries
My husband has gone flat with despair.

Oh,dear what can the matter be
Ambivalence strains all the flattery
Oh,dear, drive to the cattery
Alfred has lost all his hair.

He promised to lie on my lap until Saturday
He promised to eat his food and to chat to me
He promised to kiss me and love me and vacuum me
I’ll have a hot bath and prepare.

Oh,dear,what can the matter be
Love and hate mixed up in our territory
Oh, dears,love you all anyhow
Love is much stronger and fair

Alfred loved me well latterly
His owner gave him but a pat a day
I stroked him till he lay down flatterly
Love is the truth and the way

I know that’s how death will come,
Suddenly flying into another orbit when I am photographing flowers
It’s not a gentle transition.
No-one will know where I’ve gone.
One step wrong and I’m off the high wire
And plunging into the no safety net.
Flying for a while
Jumping into hyperspace,spinning electrons
Startle my wide eyes.
Transiting the new black sun
I’m on a double gold helix,
Spider on her web,
Knitting furiously
Into the future heaven on gossamer wings.
Butterfly goodbye,
I’m off to see the stars.
And the black holes.
No one will come with me.
I’m shaking off,evaporating into mist.
I’m a flying saucer on a circus mission.
I can’t say no to a new invitation.
Make it fast and break with tradition.
Time is passing smoothly till that break In the music,
I’ve been transmuted into a different key
someone else will play me on their violin
I’m a tune, I’m a thought, I’m a whisper in your vision.
Goodbye,darling.
I’m under orders Ready to leave for my performance
On the electric carpet.
Death dancing to a tune on a violoncello,
Arpeggionne sonata
I’m playing your words upside down
In a new foreign translation,
Accompanied by solo artists,ice cracking
I’m going in.
It’s too sudden.
I’m flying.
Spinning faster to amuse the clowns,
too many ups and no downs.
I’m going right out of orbit
I’ve broken the pull of gravity,
And fly with pure equanimity
Into my future life,
I’m off at some moment
An instant,a crack,a loud smack
That was me passing

https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wikipedia:Sauce_for_the_goose_is_(not)_sauce_for_the_gander

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There’s an old saying, “What is sauce for the goose is sauce for the gander.” This meshes well with the Golden Rule, or ethic of reciprocity, which is a key moral principle in many religions and philosophies, and is often stated as “Do unto others as you wish to be done for you”, or conversely, “Don’t do unto others what you would not wish to be done to you.”

Look up sauce for the goose in Wiktionary, the free dictionary.

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