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
