Seeking, oh, lovely, the loved one forever,
Searching for eyes and for hands to love me,
Longing for nearness, for touching, for feeling:
Sweep all my senses up, catch me to thee.
Give me thy sweetness, the peace of thy closeness;
This is the rain that my garden so needs,
Knowing full well that the ground can't be tended,
Spaded, nor nurtured, nor planted with seeds.