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