Till love gives in and speaks
in the whisper of art -
dear heart,
how like you this? -
love's lips pursed to quotation marks
kissing a line -
look in thy heart
and write -
love's light fading, darkening,
black as ink on a page -
there is a garden
in her face.
Till love is all in the mind -
O my America!
my new-found land -
or all in the pen
The third stanza begins again with the refrain. The idea that ‘love is all in the mind’ is ambiguous. Does this mean that love isn’t real? That it is a myth? That we don’t truly feel love with the heart? That love is a figment of the human imagination and an illusion?
The Love Poem