Paustiner Poem by Pen Anthony

Seven days a week
all days i felt weak
solace i dared not seek
wallow in self pity-i let myself.
Like a sinking ship
was me a sheep without a shepherd
thinking i was bound for loneliness
eros or cupid felt my sorrow.
You came my way
soothed my wailing heart
comforted my waiting soul
you quest to conquer my heart
you- pure of heart sought me,
of a heart broken
of a love nipped in the bud
you made me believe again
made me live again
my life is for your love
forever is a long time
precisely my heart's desire
to love you for ever.