Ice Cream!

Did particles join together by order of duty? Does the nightingale sing to the red rose by order of duty? Does water kiss the earth by order of duty? Does a tear, by order of duty, from the longing to see you, slide onto my trembling lips? Is longing a duty? Does blood boil in my heart by order of duty? "By order of duty" does a human press a human to his breast: dead or alive? And the cry of peace, the cry of love, the cry of poetry: are they by order of duty? What a wondrous mask this "duty" is on the face of love: like the mask of a child's hand over its mouth, when it has taken the guest's ice cream under the table: and bitten it all at once... like the mask of a child's hand over its mouth, when it has taken the guest's ice cream under the table: and bitten it all at once...