WHAT IS LOVE
Should you, in some sweet moment’s time
Enjoy merry thoughts of love’s existence
Then have you not had experience, the climb
Of feeling’s high, dear emotion’s insistence
Love’s sweetness is not for sour mind grips
Cushioned with dream’s pillow of respectability
For, feelings are an allowance of soft-kissed lips
The sugar’s coat, a drift of emotion’s instability
Know that joyous love is not of intellect’s rule
That logician’s sense, that harsh ruled gladness
Precious is love’s joy, which plays the fool
Love…Which gives sensation of a merry madness
Ask not of interest, what means are love’s intent
Know that love is all of joys’ true merriment.
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