Who put the fall in fall in love
the notion that to love is sin
that that which nature gave to us
is less than wholly good within?
Are we not made from time’s first day
to put love first of all the good
that haltingly may come our way
to hail this freely given blood?
How can this climax of the flesh
be after seen as something vile
as though blame could be made for breath
or eyes be cursed for opening wide?
Love makes the present, future, and the past
It is the first we cannot tell from last