Mystic Love
Is it your will that thoughts of you are keeping
My tired eyes open at night?
Do you want me to be unable to be sleeping,
While shadows of you mock my sight?
Is it your spirit, sent from you
To find my inner restless part,
So far from home, prying into all I do,
The extended nature of your jealous heart?
No! Even your love is not that strong:
It is my love that keeps me awake:
My own true love that makes sleep's coming long,
To guard forever lest my soul quake.
I watch for you, while you wake someplace
Far away from me, while others crowd my space.