In Love

I am in love

and have discovered it

to be a taste:

the ripening fruit of a locust tree

irresistible,

only a sacrament of vows

can contain

On the wing of enchantment

wrong and right, love is

"the smoke made from the fumes

of sighs", cultivating

full, constant light

foolish and wise, love

begets itself

Of the tree, love is

a star, dropping out of the thickness of time

whispering around the moon

while the world lays warm

the sun will never be

as happy as me

here, where I lay

a jewel in my hand

I am in love