John Donne

Loveliest words, from a jaded don,
Like a bottom dweller with fin rot;
You infect your cohorts with vain hopes
And your hopes are foul and sordid.
"Love", have thou tasted of love;
Have thou mined it deeply?
The alchemy of love, the chemical nitre,
Upon the soul, a lofty man
There is, who in precious synapse
Is enthralled by his wife's brain.
Seeing her joy, her passion,
Her dainty color light up her cheeks
Drink deep of it... yet you married for money.
What can you know of love?
What could have you mined from it?
A selfish man, in love with himself
As if he were a god? In what way
Do you know love? What way?
When you are in perfect company
Keeping with yourself?
Let he who does not have it
Tell you what alchemy it is,
To not suffer loneliness in this world
And to bear little fusings of flesh and flesh?
So the person you love, is as much a part of you
As you yourself? What do you know of love?