Love looked admiringly at Love.
Reflected back a vain perfection.
She asked: How deep, how far, can I go?
Then fell for her own image.
Fresh from its preenings,
Love took notes.
Dreamt of the tall, the dark,
Then joined the dots to conquer all.
On the way to Happiness,
Love went blind,
lost its way,
And settled for the dead-end.