That Love

It’s sad that love is rarely well described,
Inadequately sprayed across the page
In words, that written down, seem just devised
To quash the counter-natural; and to age
And erode an astonishing event:
This fact called love is more, of course, than sex,
Although, it seems, love’s often something dreamt;
Is it a quandary that should perplex?
Or should it leave you breathless and amazed?
This view with resonance that loves expound,
Derived from lovers having seen: they’ve gazed
On treasures no one else has ever found,
Apparently, writers know they’re alive
And, still, that love is rarely well-described.