O! give me love!
Whether it be callous longing,
Or that bitterness of eternal absence,
Give me love!
Send for me this
Constant craving my enfeebled
Hand cannot reach
Give me love!
Whether 'tis melancholy drear
as April be
Or of such a changeling manner
As deceptively sweet May.
Lead me away from
This world's false subtleties
Of which there are
Such a minute multitude,
Do what you will with me;
But give me love!
Glor'ious is the love
which,
In its perfection,
transcends
Through mind and
matter,
Both life and death,
But heavy is the heart
Which mourns love lost.
Authoress's note: Hey! Yes, this REALLY IS an I-man poem!
If anyone can figure out what it's about (and it's NOT love :P!) I'll give you
a prize. SERIOUSLY! A prize! Like, you know, one of my drawings…So…give it a
shot? And let me know how you liked it! ^_^
HINT:
Eyah, it IS Darien's point of view!
