A Love Poem

Love Love Love,
Love Love.
A knowing look.
He strings up his mandolin.
She talks in metaphore.
A balcony scene,

a moonlit stroll,
a secret rondevoue by the fountain,
and intamacy in the ornamental maze.
Then the geleous brother,
or mother,
or aunt.
A secret coat pocket letter,
several disguises,
perhaps a lost slipper,
or a fan.
Love Love Love,
then some conflict,
and perhaps a tragic ending.
Shakespear could not have done better himself.