Love is a god, a boy,
A youth, a woman
Fair and dark, clad in stars,
They harken for your call.
Can you deny them? No.
Can you bind them? No.
No rules they know, the gods.
They laugh good-naturedly
At our follies.
To swear on love,
To sign for love,
To work, to plan
To cry for love.
To walk, to run,
To hide from love.
No code they made
To help us.
No words they gave
Defining love.
And changeable it is,
A momentary thing
It is to know love.
One thing there was the gods
Found right and so decreed it:
The surest way of losing love
Is to set rules to love.
© jsmorgane (Feb 2011)