i love you, stream of spring, alive,
taking my thousand anguished sighs
to rest within your lovely eyes,
but a foregleam of all to come.
i love you, darling, dream of mine,
my writhing need, my cherished sign,
you deep within all i call mine;
my life, my love, my warmth, my sun.
in our last end there shall be no end,
my one, my rush, my thrust, my friend,
my half, my whole, my goal, we can
make through all pains to love again.
Eric M. Vogt, Copyright 2013