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Love is for children.
That's what she said.
She was trying to deceive the deceiver;
But even she can't kid a kidder.
She did not say this out of hard earned stoicism,
Not that her dispassion was undeserved.
She spoke these words as memories;
Of children stolen from solicitous homes,
Growing up to survive the adults' wars.
She also spoke of happier reminiscences;
Of watching the hawks guard their young,
Knowing all the dangers that may come.
She spoke of man and woman joined as one;
In evolution or God's purpose of making new flesh and blood,
Creating life from little more than mud.
But the trickster did not see her meaning,
Only that she was trying to divert his attention
From the object of her affection.