Truly have I thought of you at length today
and pictured perfectly your pleasantness
The sun turns again to night, but I stay
I am not stirred by raindrops, I must confess
I will tarry two times more on these thoughts
Your smile is worth more than all the rain
Even worthwhile rain that relievest droughts
The land parches and floods, but I complain
of you, and not the weather, as men do
In your presence, I am swept overtide
A drunken sailor in your foaming brew
Drowned swiftly in thoughts of a land-locked bride
   To have and to hold what is mine to share
   Are my thoughts this eve, jumbled though they are.


---jrw 5:46pm