Silent Poets

There is no thing that’s love, There is not one whole truth, This is no spring of life, There no well of death, The one who does not know love, The one who claims he knows it true, Is but the one, the many, Too blind, and deaf, To know any thing in truth You say you don’t know what love is, I say there’s none that do, For love is more than white doves, Far more than drops of midnight dew Love is that, is all, That will for ever be true ………………………………. Not to be forgotten, Always misnamed, The one who calls not, Will always ring it’s name