Fears, I had
But you put them to rest-
All forgotten,
Clasped tight to your breast.
Truth, I sought
Within your deeper self-
Truth not found,
In books upon a shelf.
Love, I drank
Filled to the utmost-
Now you are
A lover; not a ghost!
Patti Masterman
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/appeased/
