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This piece, written by an anonymous Minerva student, is a part of a new anonymous creative writing feature series. If you feel inspired, submit your own work here

I do not pretend to know what love is for thee

For love is just love, it can never be explained

So simple a word yet so complicated it seems to be

An existent charm, thou would have gained

It is always probably destiny

To meet another soul in fate

It makes you hope for nothing and be carefree

By the virtue of compromising faith

So if thou love, may it be for naught

A jest, a frolic, the looks nor simply to obey

For thine own pity or just a trick of thought

But something, to God, thou must pray

Then love for love’s sake alone, forevermore

If thou must love, let it be with a heart therefore