The pleasures of your life are overwhelming,
Having much to do with who you are.
In fact, there are so many things you treasure,
Rewarding you with deep, enduring pleasure,
That you must live beneath some lucky star.
Yet still you yearn for love, for joy, for meaning.
No one can live richly without longing.
In loving life, one reaches past the bar.
Nor can one feel the fullness of one's feeling,
Embracing gifts no gratitude can measure.