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.


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: