Love At Its Best Poem by McKenzie Bodkin

Love At Its Best



Love, at its best, wipes commonsense
Away. Much as drops will condense
From hidden liquid in the air,
So, too, do lovers soon compare
Their temp’ratures til, happily,
Their judgement fogs up suddenly.

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Opening lines from Canto VII of THE WATER MAGE'S DAUGHTER
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