No joy shapes you,
no joy buoys you over seas
and waves, that seek to seize
and bear away, over disease
and unease,
frees you to play
but ferries you, tears you, bears you
away.

Yet in this harbour is your haven,
round your haven is my heart,
slowly, slowly, slowly falling apart.

Phillip Ellis

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/an-address-to-the-beloved/