Love of you is mixed deep in my vitalsLove of you is mixed deep in my vitals,
like water stirred into flour for bread,
Like simples compound in a sweet-tasting drug,
like pastry and honey mixed to perfection.
Oh, hurry to look at your love!
Be like horses charging in battle,
Like a gardner up with the sun
burning to watch his prize bud open.
It is like being too far from the light,
Far from the hearth of familiar arms.
It is this being so tangled in you.
From The Norton Anthology of World Literature, Volume A
