There’s nothing love doesn’t know.
It is not a myth; love does give the loved a glow.
When high mingles with low
Love mingles them. There’s nothing love doesn’t know.
The science prized, when dead things do work, or go,
Is the conspiracy of love. There’s nothing love doesn’t know.
Love feels, hears, sees. Love makes the passionate blood flow.
Love makes the birds fly—love makes music fast and slow—
Love makes the moon fly over those who sleep below.
Love, when loved, says yes to all. There’s nothing love doesn’t know.
But everything can offend love.
Once offended, forever, love
To all love says no.