My First Love Poem by Imdauel Blah

From the faintest tinge of light
To the darkest hour of night.
From the loneliest of solitudes
To the most deafening noises of human society.
From the most melancholic vessel
To the most uncontrollable laughter of joy.
From the purest wail of a lamb
To the outcry of the anvil:
When I myself am silent, you fill my mind
To strike a chord with my deepest longings;
To make me shrunken, as my heart grow heavy
And my bones cringe.
To be all too dead in lonesome weariness;
To be ignorant of truth and starved of my needs:
The needs you laid upon me and drawn from my dark soul
Though you know nothing of the darkness of my being.
And I myself, the nature of my longings,
Have been stripped of comprehension
And analysation has been overwhelmed by acceptance.
Verily, I love you.