Love Poetry and Poem

O to fall easily, easily, easily in Love
As nursling birds tumble from the nest
(not-pray-into the dog's jaws).
True lovers of women tend to love
Not grossly, but in gross lots
("Without deduction for tare, tret of waste," Webster says),
love every look,
Think each new taste the best.

O to fall in Love, easily, easily
As a mild child falls to, at the breast
(not as an iron-jawed child clamps on),
To inhale all sweet ambience, breezily
Exhale flowered breath
While rapturously curls the pillowed fist,
Toes clenched in comfort,
Each new taste the best.

O love, easily, easily, easily to fall
As fledgling bird or child is lost
(within a plot, not acres away),
Only to turn around, and find the haven
That has not moved at all
Learn lose-and-find without much cost,
Terror smoothed in feathered, ruffled bosom,
And easily, Love, easily to rest.