Poetry: Love

I have lived and I have loved.
I have waked and I have slept.
I have sung and I have danced.
I have smiled and I have wept.
I have won and wasted treasures.
I have had my fill of pleasures.
And all of these were weariness
and some of these were dreariness
and all of these but two things
were emptyness and pain.
And love it was the best of them
and sleep worth all the rest of them,
worth everything but love
to my spirit and my brain.
Be still my friend 0-slumber
til my days complete their number,
for love shall never never return to me again.

- Unknown