love, the new piano br tuned to give that edge br in tone and sound br since you appeared, br my feelings has trailed, br hit new scales br mired sometimes br but always inching towards br the sublime notes br your warmth br appears to be tangible br and envelops me br through the night br the day dawns to br dissolve the night's passion br with promise br of another another day br of adventure - with love br love, john keats br immerses the world br in his newly br discovered selves br love, br the rain, sea, blooms br and autumn leaves br in a frenzy br to help carve br a poetic soul br br inspired by br br Love br Love What's wrong with you, with us, br what's happening to us? br Ah our love is a harsh cord br that binds us wounding us br and if we want br to leave our wound, br to separate, br it makes a new knot for us and condemns us br to drain our blood and burn together. br What's wrong with you? I look at you br and I find nothing in you but two eyes br like all eyes, a mouth br lost among a thousand mouths that I have kissed, more beautiful, br a body just like those that have slipped br beneath my body without leaving any memory. br And how empty you went through the world br like a wheat-colored jar br without air, without sound, without substance! br I vainly sought in you br depth for my arms br that dig, without cease, beneath the earth: br beneath your skin, beneath your eyes, br nothing, beneath your double breast scarcely br raised a current of crystalline order br that does not know why it flows singing.