How Not To Show Love

Fear you announce to whom you love Shaking their hands yours in glove, The rich foods into your mouth shove While watched by one you think you love. Then, you are below not above, For much skewed is your show of love: You never will rank with the Dove; In dreams your type gods away drove Try with children to wild streets rove, Round a town taking a zestful drove: This I brand the quite social love; Also, the sharing of one's stove Or machines that new garments wove.