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
For saying what your life is now.
A look,a gesture,all this show.
Till all you are is then disclosed
And I am in your arms enrobed.
Love vanishes when analysed
And thinking too’ by Love’s despised
Use the means to fit the end
And then I’ll be what you intend
How my heart sings 