"Are You Just A Face"

Are you just a face
that beseeched my desires?—
they were aching to find
a land among empires
where milk and honey flow
through souls wearied and hollow


Or are you something more
than the face I adore?—
holding out a wavering beacon
high up in your abandoned fort
when no homing ship can be sighted
out in the darkening port


My yearnings grew muscles
when I saw you by the ray;
I meant to seize the castle,
but why did I wait another day?—
until my strength was spent
before any could be lent!


Can a fair and beckoning lady
give a man his might—
or does his strength come
from elsewhere,
teaching him how to fight?
This much I know is true:
The tower must fall for you.