Your face is map enough for me ,
Your gaze,your smile,your frown,your glee.
And if I want to know the rest.
The shape your posture‘s made is best
Forknowing what you ‘re feeling now.
A look,a gesture all this show,
Till whom you are is then disclosed
And I am in your arms enrobed.
Love vanishes when analysed,
And thinking too by Love’s despised
Choose the means to fit the end
And then I’ll be whom you intend
