I am

          Yet

I am not.

Such is the law of Love.

So unattainable that,

          With all the power of your

                               pure intelligent,

You never could explain its principle.

But explaining principles

Is the pastime of philosophers,

                          In whose affairs

I Would not care to interfere.

The mere fact

That my night blooms into dawn

With the desire that you be

                          still there.

Is the glowing Law of Love:

Too simple

          Ever to be absorbed

Into

Any field of pure intellect.