Deep Love
You need some sort of bathysphere to keep
Harm walled from overwhelming emotion.
You need some sort of diving bell in deep,
Steep love to save from harm of devotion.
There’s gloom in fathoms and in dooming love.
In muddy river water as the foot
Goes in, watch that nothing gives a shove
Or otherwise your heart will be kaput.
Presentiment should call out, “Fold your arms
And bow your head and think—before you let
Your step be christened with that water’s harms.
The sentiment required is, “Watch the threat
Of full immersion in deep passion’s rite.
There’s hardly any other deeper plight.