Love, A Many splintered Thing

How does one escape so great a conquest

When she knows me before I speak

And tells of such things as only god knows?

I am surrounded by a confounding love

Which leads me like a sheep to wonders and signs

Above, and in the deeps of dark places.

Yet her hand upon me is peaceful, harmless,

And I cherish her protection

Even as I shudder at so much as a thought of her seduction.