Love

Such a thing is this when dissipated
To diametric edges of the earth
- anticipated

And longed for with a reminescent mirth
That makes one keep a place for it and tend it
- for it's unseen worth

Although we can't fully comprehend it
Such a thing is this, we set it up, bow
- to it, defend it,

Relinquish our souls to it and avow,
And take from it - though it's gifts be fated
- what it will allow.