A poem is poor comfort
for the absence of your love,
but still, it gives a hint
of the beloved\'s soul and presence,
and, what\'s even better, it remains
and is no lie
but deep and heartfelt honesty.
The poorest substitute for love
is flesh without a spirit,
carnal satisfaction without faith,
while love is so much more than that
and maybe truest in immortal lines.
I claim no such immortality
but am content with simple honesty.