What Is It The Heart Dost Crave With Each Passing Hour Poem by Colm Hayes

What is it the heart dost crave with each passing hour,
Is it the beauty found in the sight of the waking flower,
Or is it the wealth we ascribe to the acquisition of power,
Could it be that what we want is a seat in the ivory tower

What could it be the heart dost wish to find,
Is it that what we seek is but company for the mind,
Or is it the pleasure found when bodies are entwined,
Could it be to what we seek we are forever blind.