Enthusiasm Poem by Daniel June

My silly is as thick as love
Her waist is filled with gods above
Her heart is tensed, the taut young bow
Her mind is quick her heart is slow

She vows her duty, I’m spectator
She’ll vow not to me, but I’ll not hate her
For each man’s center is one sole
But mine is two, she’s second pole

And so a thousand obstacles
Perhaps enough to fill a world
Will never win to cause us break
Fate forever plots our mate.

She does not know her divine right
She bows to lesser gods of light
The secret I alone will see
Till I call my other self to me.

Come come come – but not too soon
Perhaps we shall reunite in June.