In Quiet Repose Poem by Arnie Hicks

the bonds of intimacy,
the alpha and the omega of man's perpetual struggle for identity,
suffer not the false sentiments of imagined lock and key
(adolescent belief that mercenary romance
might sway the heart to forced servility) ,
for fate be not bound by chain not made prisoner of vagary;
a thing meant to be will of its own volition be.
the soul that waits in quiet repose
the coming union of its other half to set it free,
unfurls sail at love's first enchanting siren call,
as the ship too long in harbor anchored,
finds hope and purpose both consummated
in the inexorable rising of the tides.