Of Want and Need
Love’s a fickle friend indeed,
When less of want and more of need,
Wild tangents does it often heed,
If only from that broken seed.
Love from wanting’s much more fine,
And from that wanting both can dine,
On each other’s hearts divine,
And full at last both lovers shine.
While need burns Love’s at “both ends bright,”
And strains Love’s joy with all its might,
As the moon drains days to ebon night,
It leaves Love pale as winter’s light.
I want someone but do not need,
And this is not a hollow creed,
As wanting will most likely feed,
Love of a tempered, stronger breed.