True love, not merely love – the lady says –
Is what my soul is craving, and it’s you
Who is the object, now, of all my days.
Please tell me that you feel this is love true.

Disturbed from pond’ring stuff in higher realms
On things eternal such as true love’s form,
I must, I find, grab hold and tend the helm;
Life’s ship sails on through seas of calm and storm.

What do I really want, asks she and I?
(Equivocation eas’ly comes to me)
A balance ‘tween the Earth and lovely Sky.
Can I commit and still say I am free?

What twaddle all this is I finally see,
As she and I embrace — and silently.