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Why this constant talk of love?
Why do poets spin words of silk
To form this tapestry of constant care?
Why are all these variations
Of love both lost and found
So central to the catalog of poems
That make up the opus of our world?

Is there no other point on which to dwell?
No focus that would steal our hearts and pens?
No realm that would command our Labour?
No master that would force our thoughts
To visions of equal majesty?

The answer came from earth and sky
What other word can sum up life spent well?
So well