There are statements, there are poems
There are emblems, there are anthems
Only I know the battles I have fought
The wounds with which my soul is fraught
Do I pine for the fragrance, never scented before?
Is it the aphrodisiac within my heart’s core?
I know ambrosia, in my abodes, I have drunk it
I know the aural flame, within which my soul sits
She is the fire, flowing through my soul
And, sometimes, I want none of it; sometimes, the whole
This is the earthly way I play my role
But I love her more than myself; even more than the Supreme can dole
I laugh that we seldom ever talk
I don’t care, if I may get too old to walk
But is unexpressed love laughter? a unique chatter?
I simply love her! What else does matter?