Loves Holding

Is love, in aberration confusing

That it steals from a mind’s daily routine

And is more to blind emotion’s choosing

So only what colours the heart is seen

How might a mind full in love concentrate

On daily functions, deliberations

And how would a heart, so held, operate

Its passion losing mind’s information

Sooner would I a mind to conjecture

That all thought is constructive in effect

Yet, to love’s hold, is my mind in stricture

And I am lost to all clear thought’s select

Should I think on love with an affection

Then is love not to a heart’s connection

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