Love, by CS Lewis

Love

Love's as warm as tears, 
          Love is tears: 
Pressure within the brain,
Tension at the throat,
Deluge, weeks of rain,
Haystacks afloat,
Featureless seas between 
Hedges, where once was green 

Love's as fierce as fire, 
         Love is fire: 
All sorts--Infernal heat 
Clinkered with greed and pride, 
Lyric desire, sharp-sweet, 
Laughing, even when denied, 
And that empyreal flame 
Whence all loves came. 

Love's as fresh as spring, 
          Love is spring: 
Bird-song in the air,
Cool smells in a wood,
Whispering "Dare! Dare!" 
To sap, to blood,
Telling "Ease, safety, rest,
Are good; not best." 

Love's as hard as nails, 
          Love is nails: 
Blunt, thick, hammered through 
The medial nerves of One 
Who, having made us, knew 
The thing He had done, 
Seeing (what all that is) 
Our cross, and His.

C.S. Lewis