I am a poet bethrothed to joy
All is love; its truth therein I seek
Fondling the flower sweet and coy
Of Passion, coloured by divine streaks

I love the seamless jewel of Earth
I love warm gestures of humanity
I love even in Love's dearth
I love all; especially those with insanity

These blisses are beyond category
My heart hearknens to their touch
If I could behold their treasure eternally
I'd cherish that very much