Be kind to the tellers
Of the love story
They are hoping for
You are not a judge
To offer up your verdict
Do not dim those starry eyes
Out of jealousy
Or your own past pain
Grant them hope
For their love story
Even if you think
Their chances are paper thin
During the fragile time
Of a budding romance
You could destroy it
With a few dismissive words
Meet the dream of love
With grace and kindness
No matter how it ends
Give it a chance to begin
Poems of Pandemic Days by Alice Curley 