Better to look out the window and ponder
the weather, how quickly autumn
left, how quietly winter
slipped into town. It was looking for us,
afraid, I think, thinking the obvious.
From "Since why to love I can allege no cause" by Roger Mitchell in the November 2006 issue of Poetry.
The first part of this poem's a real weeper -- all about loving for no cause, just loving, and being carried away by strong feelings over which one has no control, with a sprinkling of "I cannot create what creates me, unless in loving, love begets love" etc.
But if I had posted the whole thing you might have thought I was a big softie, and we just couldn't have that.