A poem, O love, Is all that is not, But all that could be. A poem, O love, Is love, Eternal till eternity. A poem, O love, Useless, is it not? A waste of time isn’t it, to stop time? A poem, O love, Is lost, While it finds you and me. A poem, O love, Has not begun, How may it end? A poem, O love, Is you and me, We are, but not are we. A poem, O love, Is what is not a poem at all, But why I wish I could write one for thee?