Your face is Map enough for me

Your face is map enough for me,

And if I want to know the rest

Your smile, your frown, your gaze, your glee.

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