What Love is There?
What Love is There? What love is there to be had, if not yours? For I find no other more glorious than you. I have spoke with the moon, it too sides with my heart. It knows my sorrow of longing. Yes, I have spoke with the sun as well. But only does it laugh, for it says the moon sighs with any sorrow. For it knows only the bleak and lonely. Even the stars find my adoring affection for you to be a distant chance. Fading as does their light through the eons of darkness. Can we not ignite what I fantasize to be soulfully sublime? For even the skewed brow that sits upon your head, I find beautiful. Your laugh, though you find it obnoxious, I find it contagious. It lifts my heart as does heat in the cold lips of winter. Your intensity to produce success drives me with admiration. You lace each moment that we are together, with enchantments. You spell bind my soul with each look, I am drawn to you like madness to the ill. You are a remedy to m...