When morning came I thought of you
And of your bright eyes shining there
Playful, smiling, peering through
A spilling spray of silken hair.

A jest, a kiss, and so to war
To battle through til evening’s rest
But never has a heart before
Dwelt safer or in any more
Impregnable a human breast.

Despair?  I heed it not, my dear;
Nor Hatred crack my weary skin.
That evil motivator, Fear
Will find no foothold here within.

So toll these sorrows’ elegy
Thy strength and grace doth all inspire
And I am borne on wings and free;
The knowledge of your love for me
Is all the courage I require.

When evening came, the truth it brought:
Imagination’s fatal flaw.
I thought that it was you I saw,
And saw that you were just a thought.

But lacking any other will,
And, needing strength, I think it still.