Love is all 
And it's nothing 

Wind falls 
And waterfalls 

And O nothing, 
Nothing. 

Logic cannot 
Overcome 

Its constellations 
Its contradictions. 

Its fevers 
Sins and lures. 

Rather let its lyres 
Bandy about 

Act out - 
Hopes absurd. 

Ill contains
Love's violent wind 

As amasses, quags 
Bewilders and aspires. 

Rather twin and spin
The mortal din 

Let its tenderness 
Awe and plot 

Lead astray 
Desire, dismay 

Cavort and pray
Pettish and breathless --

Rake up 
The sock.

And spin 
The mortal lock.