Bonta's short poem is built entirely from questions, and the title gives them their central image: a printing press. The speaker wonders whether love works the way a print does, with passion pressed onto a page, repeated and fixed in place. The poem doesn't answer, which gives it a tentative, curious tone.
The second question pushes the metaphor further. If love is printed, is the frame so fine that the two people "exceed the sheet"? Here the feeling seems to be bigger than anything that could contain it, like ink bleeding past the edges of the paper. There's a sense of excess, even a little thrill in it.
The last question turns quieter. "Amours made clean again / at night" suggests a wiping away, a fresh page, perhaps the way darkness or sleep resets desire. Judging by the imagery, the speaker is both drawn to love's repetition and unsure whether it ever stays the same. The mood is intimate, wondering, and open-ended.