Love is higher than any alp there is
more potent than any known poetry
exceeding even Marlow’s verbosity
and Shakespeare’s pith of evanescent bliss
Did it not pledge lovers ‘life after death’
or chamomiles drizzling in their shed?
Did it not assure lovers of piety,
enroute toward inviolability?
In love, the chi is enthused to dance to
the chanson of love’s imprudent gaiety
I, for one, is akin to love’s idiocy
all I see is stars glinting around me
though I said love’s higher than any alp
but this is only for those who've found true love
written 4/4/2003