Service

The way to go is service, if you feel
The pleasure of each phrase that I intend
To make your heart beat faster; or to steal
Your breath away: so that your thoughts can blend
With mine, as, on a given day or night,
You seek out treasures that will make you sigh;
And clasp your hands, as if you were to plight
A troth; and wonder to yourself just why
The words leave such impressions in your head,
When they are simply sounds clearly expressed,
If you recite them though the night in bed
And learn how fine-tuned stanzas love to nest
In places, where no other prose will show
You how and where your service has to go.