When two embrace,
It’s not her face and your face
Who love, but love’s. Love’s spell
Is why you don’t feel well.
You sigh, and are vulnerable.
It is why she looks beautiful.
Love inhabits her eye,
And though she is a liar, in love, she cannot lie;
She does love you, but love makes
Her love. If she is bad, her badness wakes
When love’s spell finally dies.
Now, unhappy, she looks in your eyes,
And aghast, you wonder why
She hates. She tells a lie,
When she once loved, and was true.
Love made her good. But you
Are still good. Do not hate love. If she
Hates you now, love her; she will be
In a poem you write; you will illustrate
How your love will always be entwined with her fate.