Immobility

My mind will not move on from where it lies.
It thinks of but one thing and will not change.
It causes me such mental aches and sighs
Because it is too still and will not range
Among the massed distractions I provide
To move it from its solitary vigil;
It does not reck the salves I have applied,
But like an imp stuck by a wizard's sigil
Within a ring, it paces its own ground
And will not, or it cannot, leave that place.
I do not think this makes my mind unsound,
And yet it still will linger on her grace,
Her smile and her kiss. Oh, it will ponder
Only her love, and has refused to wander.