First Comes Love

First comes love
That wily advance
Entrancing in parts
A flaunting glance
Flagrantly even
Expansive at best
Before overflowing
Into a radiant sea
Of infatuation
Or perhaps intrigue
A suitable substitute
For forced affection
A semblance of a kiss
Given at midnight
Before the curtain call
The encore too dim
Too pedestrian
For all this pomp
That attends fervor
That shakes the ground
Whenever you pass by

But if love is first
What comes after?

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