Bent

The time I have is precious, and when spent
Without her here, it seems so useless. I
Am at my best when I am with her. Why?
Because it's then my acts meet my intent.
I am efficient, for my soul is bent
Towards where it is, and therefore I can ply
My efforts in productive ways, and lie
Precisely in the place I always meant
To be. There is no wasted effort then;
My every act is what it ought to be.
And so when fate and fortune smile on me
Letting me see my dearest one again,
The time I have feels right, and well worthwhile
Just because I get to see her smile.