No joy shapes you, <br /> no joy buoys you over seas <br /> and waves, that seek to seize <br /> and bear away, over disease <br /> and unease, <br /> frees you to play <br />but ferries you, tears you, bears you <br /> away. <br /> <br />Yet in this harbour is your haven, <br /> round your haven is my heart, <br /> slowly, slowly, slowly falling apart.<br /><br />Phillip Ellis<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/an-address-to-the-beloved/
