MY chosen one -- you to whom I have said, "You and you only ever please my heart" -- I look deep in your eyes, and heal the smart That long love-yearning hath engendered. My hunger grows the more through being fed; But Love, who wasteth not his perfect art On the unworthy, with each deeper dart Brings not the pain I thought, but joy instead, And healeth from my heart all pain away. Love is not pain but gain. Though bitter-sweet, Less bitter 'tis than sweet, less ill than good. Twice happy then, yea, thrice, though Love me slay, If but below I may Tibullus meet And wander there beside him in Love's wood. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CINQUAIN: MOON-SHADOWS by ADELAIDE CRAPSEY THE HANDSOME KNIGHT by MUHAMMAD AL-MU'TAMID II TWELVE SONNETS: 7. PERFECT UNION by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) TO A YOUNG MOTHER by HELEN DARBY BERNING THEN AND NOW by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON ELEGY by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES SONNET by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) |