The final part of my Iron Author daily challenge series, this one less quite a bit less than 500 words; I end with a poem and some artful prose that I may lower the curtain to.

A cautionary rhyming tale about the common sin when someone's love is found without instead of from within


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The Lovers Rhyme

To see beyond the human soul,
within its prison heart;
one has to know the inner whole,
as greater than the part.

To taste the fragrant dew upon,
such heartstrings as we pluck;
with airy tunes and hopeful song,
the minstrels try their luck.

Not every man that skill posses,
nor every lady swoon;
when swiftly does a man profess,
his love beneath the moon.

For others there exists the taste,
for might instead of mind;
where strength of limb would woo with haste,
the body quite the find.

And yet still others would declare
that height reigns over all;
it matters not how smart or fair,
so long as they are tall.

Still rarer one can find the want,
for tender care so true;
deep romance an endless font,
to bind them as a glue.

Desiring these traits and more,
we seek out on a date;
someone who succeeds at the core,
to be our perfect mate.

But warning heed and always choose,
to see them as a sum;
the surest way in love to loose,
spurn all for missing one.