Love poem 1

When in the constancy of sweet desire

I cannot but remember the bygones and you,

And stare long at you as if you were

A canvass which of a sudden appears

On Nature’s lap—oh, how I wish I can

Possess your ardor and dream long of you,

And dream more upon your visage high

Of all your vibrant speeches and your smiles!

Then I shall know I have learned how to keep well

The boundless secrets of pure admiration,

And that all love unspoken claims its solace from

Not fear nor pining but its true will to adore.

How shall I forget in such a passing spell

The joy and longing for togetherness? Perhaps,

I shall but ask for what loving Art conceives

In one bold stroke the purpose and alchemy

Of wanting love. What more shall I wish

Than to seek fulfillment in one’s tight embrace?

This joy of being, and being one in mind

Is like dancing, dancing to the heart’s content;

And nothing comes to rest till on a breathing space

Each moment is enraptured and left hanging there

And I who dance with you shall at last quietly leave

The dance floor musing and absorbed in your grace.