What can this piece of paper do; imagine?

Alas, love is too regional.

Love necessitates eagerness / To shake / January's cold hand / Not avert the eye / And look what comes / To love / Before its making.

But there is no escaping / that manhood is merely / a revision of one's first edition.

Perhaps if you look long enough, for an intent eye / there may be a piece of a star wandering in the sky.