I Love You

I do not know you, my precious doe;
Looking over the grasses, I ponder
Over yon the halcyon sky, and know
Very well, somewhere you charm
Every soul with your precious smile.
You are beautiful, and wholesome;
Only, wait for me, and we shall meet
Under the mandrakes in June, to eat.

I only want you, my beautiful creature;
Loving you is all I have ever wanted.
Onto other dreams, my soul languishes:
Vaunting for a life without you, my
Enemies cry, noon after noon, night after night.
You are my precious dove,---somewhere
Over the rainbow, you are the shoemaker
Under the bow's prism, who shall forge my fortune.

I do not want another, but do not know you.
Languishing upon my dreams, that they fail:
Ontology, Epistemology, Metaphysics
Vainly do I pour over, waiting for your love:
Every eve, I consider our bodies touching.
You, only you, do I want, though I have not your
Oil, for the balm in Gilead has not salved my
Ulcer, the wound I have in waiting for your love.

I know not who you are, or your face
Lo, not even your eyes, or your nose, or your hair
Or  your body... But your ideal form, I wait
Valiantly for your love, with an image of you
Every day; your precious face I have conjured.
You are my precious one, of mercy and peace.
Opposite to me, I wish you to be seated
Under the mandrakes in June, to eat.