He remains our joy, our sole consolation He protects us against disappointment Alongside us He stands in all weather We are His reason to live and to die Our delight is His favor We are His sole prize and pleasure We cannot let him lose…

I loved you without word, or look or token, You satisfied a need in me, I didn’t even know I’d need A primal urge, instinctive and unspoken. Then I, so unaware of this devotion, Was given to your look-alike, A hateful thing of bile and…