Poem:

If we confine love in a horrible cage,

it would lose its luster and tarnish with age.

If we value it, but completely possess it,

we would do nothing but unfairly depress it.

Give it a palace, a jeweled crown,

a height with no purpose, it would still be down.

If we hold it secure in a wrongful belief

that it would be saved from a handful of grief,

It would be unwise on our part for there is

the importance of feeling its genuine bliss.

Love needs its own space; nourishment, too,

in a palace or cottage; either would do.