Greek Love

Life without you is not pointless, no;
The point of it is obvious to me:
Finding you. Were I to suddenly
Be ripped from you, I'd search out to and fro
To seek what I once had, and I would know
No less a burning purpose within me
Than sent the Greeks across the winedark sea
To seek out Helen when they brought Troy low.
Ten years would be a moment in my quest,
Easily spent, as easily again
'Til like Odysseus I found my rest
Back in your arms, where I belonged. For then
Life's point would be, not to relocate you
But love and cherish everything you do.