Some things are meant to be yours,
And some, alas, were never.
What seemed untrue,
Blooms into view,
When love arrives, a sudden shower.

A jolt, out of the blue
A restless spirit soothed,
A hunger sated.
When you are tranquil, all around
With love is weighted.

Love is that wildflower bold,
That resists all worldly lures,
And tempests of desire, untold. ...