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
How my heart sings 
I like this.
I like that one but I am unsure abot the ending!
I was remembering how I used to meet my husband in Notting Hill and how I could recognise him by his posture before I get near enough to see his face.I also was interested in words and maps for a long time.I hope you are doing ok,Syd.