No one can outwit Love

~~Not even a tactician, my love! No one can outwit love. It’s the
Stratagem of paradox, dragging the soul through flame. It’s
An untouchable force, veiled in the affairs of humanity. Thus,
We love in part, afraid of the stature of love. But such as love 
Streams through the universe. Thus, open, my love. Feel the
Depth of dance, theory, and prose. Live the poetry. Whereby
Love infuses the psyche, captured in visions. My dreams, my
Love! They web me to infatuation. Thus, I muse upon 
Gentility, an image magnified in sonnets. But nothing reveals
The depth of magnificence. And I’ve praised beyond the scope
Of reception. But love is a passion, my life, tattooed to
Introspection. Thus, my portfolio is crammed with love letters.
And my soul is swollen with emotion. Hence, composition is
Liberty, where the dam explodes, outwitted by love.