A Poem, O Love

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?