The thing we love is the thing we can't possess <br />those who do not have love, know love best <br />to desire, to imagine, to obsess <br />our love kindles our most zealous zest <br />In our bosom we love and jealous rest <br />Unbosom thyself, thou reveal who thou really are <br />Anything but a heavenly star <br />A soul possessed by loves dark mar <br />Burning for a soul from afar <br />Love has no limits in thy mind <br />Its magic passion turns one blind <br />And in its center thyself you'll find <br />That what it is that makes one bind <br />The thing thy love, to thy own pain <br />By thine obsession, thy so incessantly gain <br />Nothing from love, but love's vain <br />To thy detriment thou go insane…. <br />and love a thing thou wilt never possess…. <br />to desire, to imagine, to obsess<br /><br />Kevin Michael Murphy<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sancire/
