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 showing what your life is now.
A look,a gesture all this show.
Till who 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 you’ll learn what Love intends