Wednesday, August 31, 2011

Promissory

I cannot wait to hold you in my arms
Secure from anything that I could fear:
All physical and also mental harms,
And everything that is not warm and dear.
What can assail us when we two are one?
What trouble our unblemished joy of mind?
There is no happiness left unbegun
By our embrace, no bliss we cannot find
Within that circle. We are all in all,
And need not look outside for any need
Until the force of nature starts to call
So that we rise to clean ourselves and feed.
Yet even so, we need no others there:
Our combined love shall be our only care.

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