Love

Oh, what art thou, love?
Thou hast no boundaries,
Thou not care surrounding,
Thou move in gay abandon,
Honored and mesmerized,
In thy nation.

Thy affect ages all,
Men, children and women fall,
Thy art graceful, yes
So maddening, so wonderful,
Sweet as the bride’s dress.

Thou hast the power to destroy,
Thou hast the power to create,
Thou can make or break,
The hearts of the many,
And the heart of one,
And that can be,
Even me.