Love’s  Sweet  Gravity

I search for you, and do not find

The gentle heart that yearns for me as well.

For, seeking, I am dull, or blind,
Beyond the power of loving to compel.

But in my wakening—I would call it grace--

In fear’s dark night, or ruthless vanity,
I find you there, a tender, smiling face
And then am held by love’s sweet gravity.

    --Timothy Haut, 2013