Between extremities of fire and calm,
Has a love taken root upon a ground,
Larger than itself that it could becalm,
Amidst surging tides, souls so bound.
That they may drift and never break,
That twined they bend and rise as one,
Bedewed in what only love can create,
A warmth like none beneath the sun.
Thus, upon your heart have I found rest,
That in this laboring world I can yearn,
That I would here rest upon your breast,
Under eyes with such love and concern.
The merry light of your soul upon mine,
Waves pulsing through my very being,
A force whose power I cannot decline,
A feeling, enchanting and yet freeing.
I've known loves, wintry and sultry,
But none have I known that's so true.
I'm fond of a lot of things, but frankly,
Not half as fond as I have been of you.