it is good of you to
summon lady justice to the
court of love.
blind she is, as lovers are ...
her scales
unsteady. trembling.
love is not fair
the way she rattles our
bones.
& is not kind
as she selects one heart,
rejecting all others.
but doubtless,
she is always
beautiful
& beauty planted deeply
always blossoms
into unimaginable
colors
sweetly, &
in her own good
time.