The Contract

Love is an unraveling thing
That, after the contract pledged,
Reveals to each the lengthy verse
--The contract to be read.

Wearing horn-rimmed spectacles
Or sipping tea from cup,
The lovers' eyes traverse the words
Which then had seemed so brusque.

Litigation not required,
The lovers mend their terms;
With compromise - not compromised -
Once lawful love confirmed.

Slowly of its character
Does the eye discern,
In fullness only to be held
When lovers rest in urns.

And if law had held together then
When love would now suffice,
Was study of that Mosaic law
Not worth the sacrifice?