On sifting love!
love gets balled up by a novice in love,
Percolating all frivolous feelings into the heart sieve of mine
hold I intact
the lump-balls of love -
the meshed frame messes up the saved emotion,
a singular one,
one of its own kind,
to muddle-tuddle infinite
until it dooms to non-existence;
as a curative measure
some sane blink on the starry holes on the high
a sidereal moment may win back!
Stars, oh stars,
thee do shine on my love
to save the stricken heart from its miserableness!