WHAT is love that love does?
Oh n’ver dies!

Shall by choice or cupid’s whim?
Our hearts decidedly care thou
art more lovely than itself as Life.

As when and then everywhere as rough winds
change life as furious seasons may,
as processional change touch brilliant stars
and as summer’s lease hath too kindly
memories of love without losing.

To be half a part of what life gave
this by chance or heaven’s course
untrimm’d; what o’ love is love
that love does?

oh n’ver dies!

:: 10.05.2021 ::