Love I can well understand: it is fine
My world is lit up anew by the word.
Many a bard has for inspiration
Sought and found love sublime their motherlode;
Who shall blame Romeo or fair Juliet
If love did pour such glorious music?
It is a flame fanned to such a height
Truth of what follows is not what we seek.
Put out the light, O Moor and with bare hands
Kill the green eyed monster, if you dare!
We miss truth when love is less than it sounds
Love we sound so loud, but truth do we care?
Love is sublime and we cannot but seek:
Truth is we are worn down by what we seek.