Your face is map enough for me

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 I’ll be what you intend

Walls

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What sort of wall shall we build round our selves
To give us inner space and safety too?
Yet too much secrecy can harm our health
What sort of wall shall we build round our selves?
We need make a space for grace’s stealth
Who is wise and who knows what to do?
What sort of wall shall we build round our selves
To give us inner space,the sacred clue?