One loves at first by chance, As a game, through curiosity, Through having surmised in a glance Possibility. As in yourself, at bottom, Your love is placed, If someone loves you, you love her Because you admire her taste. For the love of love a partnership In all things you affect, And before you know it, you're talking The lovers' dialect. And from saying them often, the phrases Automatically run And then, my God! you love her Because you have begun. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...I WANT TO LIVE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON MA LADY'S LIPS AM LIKE DE HONEY (NEGRO LOVE SONG) by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON ON A LADY SINGING by ISAAC ROSENBERG A HYMN FOR CHRISTMAS DAY (2) by JOHN BYROM PUTTING IN THE SEED by ROBERT FROST UPON THE CIRCUMCISION by JOHN MILTON |