A Study in Love

I think I know
What your heart wants;
It wants to love
Your dad
Your mother
Your brother

Your friends and their giggles;

I think I know
What your heart desires;
The baklavas
And the smiles
Of the pistachios
Of the hope
That is lost
And found
in Ithaca

I think I know what your heart truly desires;

It hires
Love; and keeps it until it is
overdue;
From students
At the University
Of Cosmic Sadness

You all know
What you want-

You feel it all.