Steel and Layered Ice
With reason may you charge my heart
of being steel and layered ice;
I know the words of love by rote
but I am not a soul enticed
by easy things; I wander far,
unbound by bond and fancy-free.
To learn again domestic ways
requires more than hours or days.
But do not write me off in full.
My feelings may be glacier-slow
but they are strong when once they flow:
their levels do not flux or fall
but, built of steel, are solid, sure,
and can be trusted to endure.
