Unquenchable Fulfillment

 

How well the thought of you fits into me

To afflict and caress; love’s sweet alloy

For though it bears all things, its harmony

Is surely the climax of grief and joy

The superficial want of kings and things

The dissonance of mortal have-and-hold

Swarms, ravaging the barracks deep within

Yet cannot dismantle love’s tender hold

Its equilibrium, a mystery

Though fiends may howl and daring tempests scream

They cannot wrench the thought of you from me

Or mute the melody of love’s requiem

For oh, how perfectly the thought of you

Melts into every space that want would drench

If not for pigments of unfathomed blue

Sweeping a shore that oceans cannot quench

  

J~