Last Love

A crick
The trick to fathom
A Nile
Has not the depth

Nor any breeze
That eases
Of hurricane
The sweep.

Infants
Little fancy
What the poets
Guess

Nor confessors
The confessions
True souls
Confess.

No shows
After encores
And final curtain
Show

Nor love
Nor the beloved
Love
Last Love shall know.