Bonta's poem is a string of small, unanswered questions about love. It begins with an odd image: a kiss that never happened, imagined growing on someone's lip "like a difficult word." The comparison suggests something unspoken that sits in the mouth, awkward and hard to get out. Love here seems less like a confident feeling than like something you stumble over.
The second stanza tries on two opposite ideas. Love might be a "hard game to play," or it might be just "an inconvenience on the way to sleep," a thought that keeps you awake. The speaker doesn't choose between them. In the last stanza, the answer, if there is one, is "a great delirium / between joy and concern." That phrase captures the mood well: dizzy, uncertain, hopeful and anxious at once. The poem's short lines and lack of punctuation make it feel like private thinking late at night, when nothing is settled.