Love under Will

To focus love is vanity,
"Though a man give all he has for it,
it would be despised."
The focus of love is sanity,
much more than we surmised.

I would and willed to love one day,
despised, I turned and walked away.
The focus of love is sanity,
how then does it kill?

Love loosed without restraint,
this is the fly, the one to taint;
the ointment, oil of life and health,
love in control is all of wealth.

I would and willed to love one day,
out of control, love ran away.
The focus of love is sanity,
much more than I surmised.

Volatile this, the ancient bliss
of love in life, the lovers kiss;
instantly it can destroy,
or distill man from wanting boy.

Woman, mark your courses well,
love under will, for time will tell;
for all of life is vanity
if love is lost for sanity.

Thinking men will never fly,
loveless they, so they don't cry;
no hope of love to find in thought,
for love is found where souls are bought.

And what then have I purchased here,
If love should only bring me fear?
The answer isn't quite as clear
as the purchase price of one so dear.