O Tell Me The Truth About Love

(...) When it comes, will it come without warning
Just as I'm picking my nose?
Will it knock on my door in the morning,
Or tread in the bus on my toes?
Will it come like a change in the wheather?
Will its greetting be corteous or rough?
Will it alter my life altogether?
O tell me the truth about love.

- W. H. Auden