only love

my tortured mind spins constantly;
a beacon on a foggy night –
as i search on, incessantly,
to touch beyond the wrong, the right

but then, into my lighthouse tow’r,
love comes with silent longing’s gaze;
the hopeless search of my last hour
fades, as gloom’s impending stays

away from where my heart lies still.
it’s only love that gives new birth:
that calms the restless mind and seas,
and makes this life
what it
is worth

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Beleaguered Servant

Owen Servant is an online poet working in a style that's been described as "compulsive". In real life, he is an actuary, because being a poet wasn't unpopular enough.

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