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 kowing what your life is now.
A look,a gesture, this will 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 despise
