It’s Quadrille Monday over at the dVerse Poets Pub. This week, our writing prompt is the word “abide.”
“Love will abide” —
until it gets tired
of waiting for
never until it
nearly starves from subsisting
on scraps of attention so
grudgingly thrown until
it finally realizes
that its been had and
rips that heart off your sleeve
and grows itself some balls.
aka, The Abject Muse 
Tell it like it is