Acts of Love


Why tangle up the cosmic plot of love,

Which wends its way with simple, artless vim?

No, sweet! Let’s practice parts that rise above

The strained theatrics spread before life’s scrim!

How restless masses flock to see a play

Replete with fuss and conflict—at whose end

The heart is dazed with shock or blown away

By peace ex machina! Such folk commend

The spectacles of Sturm und Drang romance.

And yet, what splendor graces calmer scenes,

Which wild, discordant twists cannot enhance:

We’ll steal the stage from drama kings and queens

When, costumed in an earthly garb, our souls

Enact—with humble bliss—true lovers’ roles.


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