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