I was told that love is made before love is made
But is love made, like a bed to lie in?
Or is love filled, like an overflowing cup?
If love is on or off,
Then how can it ebb and wane,
Or build and enflame?
How can love just be made once
Instead of a thousand times, every day?
If you love, and love to love
Is love ever done being made?

Penned by my hand on the 22nd of Daedalan, in the year 1011 AF.