The story of affection is told in two volumes
One of the calmness and balance of reason
The other of rabid and base emotion
One taking year upon year to cure
The other infinite and ever pure
 
Some say having both is but an agreeable dream
But I say no, for I have seen it so
And it is all of the wonder and glory one would suspect
Each possessing both volumes, passion and respect
 
And if it exists, it shall be my quest
To search for these volumes and take no rest
Until I have found that which I seek
And of true love I too can speak!