In love with Love, itself

Ophelia!
...Amelia!
Amour!
I know you not
but love you so,
my mind; it wanders
to your shores,
and sodden,
collapses at your door.
The earth is trodden
until my feet are raw-
you elude me still,
though my spirit soars
and for every time
I sigh your name,
like an incantation,
my breath escapes
and lingers on your lore;
a history, rich,
that leaves me broken,
tired, Restless. Poor...
I miss you, yet
I'm ever enamoured
and love you more
and more,
and more...