She

At dawn, she taught me tenderness and love,

Breathed beauty she had borrowed from above.

So sweetly by that sylvan, starlit stream

She dallied in my diamond-dusted dream.

At noon, she went and wandered far from home

For fuller freedom frantically did roam.

Myself; I pined away in perfect pain,

Without her touch I slowly went insane.

At dusk, she sought me out when moon was full,

To save me from dark days, distinctly dull.

Restoring sense and soul and sanity;

She made a man from madness that was me!