All love; but if love doesn’t wait,
It isn’t love. She was seen. She was loved. He felt love;
But if she is not allowed to choose?
Her liberty’s lack will seal his fate.
Every leaf in the wood pauses.
When love pursues love, love will always lose,
Even as the pursuer loves. But do not call it hate.
All love; we love, we do love,
And pursue love—but liberty is the liberty to wait.
Do not claim the prize too soon—
It will not be a prize at all.
Will Tara Reade be loved
When spring turns into fall?