In lieu of view,

Araidne, Ariadne why did you look my way.

Theseus, come away from the clue.

Medea, Medea dont fall away,

don't you dare talk to that Jason.

Old loves of the art and into the lesson of love.

I must turn away from you.

Or must I be a habitual lover of views.

One to fall,

Love rises,

Men fall.

Women gives.

Then life after all loves a good tale of old,

reconnected and rejuvinated;

maybe even re-invented and reincarnated.

Shame all of us in category no matter if it was then,

silly shames of fame.

Hah, what do old know when that is new,

or what we all have known how to fall.