Love...love in the beginning......

For Love..

FOR LOVE 

Love is turbid at first,

loves,

which is not at all clear,

And dawn when it comes, 

is dull, 

Items have neither shape nor form.

The day goes down and things come to a head:

Shapes, shapes, contours and lines,

Slowly such comes the world,

Here, this is how love reveals the face.