I feel you as a wave of deepest pain
And you and I crash forcefully on shores
Of midnight islands; sometimes summer rain
And other times the icy tide takes o’er.
The heat pounds down in fire and boiling blood
Touching mountains, towers, rivers full.
The ice then hisses in, a frigid flood,
And I’m as tough as stone and cold and dull.
I feel you in the night and long for waves
Crashing, warm, with starlight skies above
To break through stone to find what my heart craves
Though lips cannot confess or profess love.
I feel you while I long for freedom yet;
And you fall through the ice of cold regret.
postscript
More classic Shakespearean. I guess it’s where I turn when content is more important to me than style. Easy.