Cogito Ergo Sum Di Mundi Poem by Thomas Vaughan Jones

When someone loves the written word
And would romantic bliss enhance
Let from the breathless mouth be heard
The essence that is assonance

But classic scholars demonstrate
Such words need not be dressed in satin
Successful lovers conjugate
The words they need in ancient Latin

The swain who whispers ‘half a mo’
Would bid love wait and hold its sway
This stems the fever of love’s flow
And scorns the Latin Lover’s way

Proclaim ‘ Amo, amas, amat’
With heaving breast, and fiery chant
And all embracing, follow that
‘ Amamus, amatis, and amant ’

This love, for better or for worse
Poets recite with flags unfurled
Declaring to the universe
That Love encompasses the world.