Love

love is love. again.

It’s silly, love, this thought of mine,

Or is it action, loud and clear?

It’s maybe foolish, drunk like wine,

Or feignèd light to stave the tears.

But shall I doubt this love of mine

Or own it, like a beating heart?

I cannot tell if love is well

Or wont to never be apart.

My foolish brain, this head of mine,

Is filled with youth and glaring bright!

But wherefore shall I doubt the line

Twixt love’s caprice and love spent right?

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I enjoyed reading this write, like the rhyme scheme