True love it has no form
It waves like willow in the summer breeze
True love it has no weight
Unless a gaze from down below your knees

It looks and feels like icy wilderness
Displayed in cases in the place
A sense of ethereal carress
Where upon you stoop to see its face

It will raise your spirits and your ire
In fury once and then in somber contemplation
Then lift your love up to make her higher
At once before you bend to its intention

With gazing longing looks you then engage
As if this moment caught in time
Will only have a singular end
As to loves duty you will bend

Love has no weight except its heavy burden
Forever bound now wrapped within its will
Your freewill bent until your certain
So perch now upon a window sill

The density of one so small and tender
At once benign and yet so very fair
Her height be not much greater than a fender
Her weight however more than you can bear

In these rare times when distance is the rule
When children play and stay in solitude
To fall in love makes nobody a fool
And prejudice does not make you a prude