Love is an endless raging storm:
And constant ache, a boundless need —
Love is an act of insolence;
A soul to teach, a mouth to feed
Love is a crying, howling wind
That blows wherever all it blows,
And like the wind, it chills our souls,
Then takes that with it when
It goes
And, the disciplined Soul will learn to love withal-?
Yes, it will.