Dante in Purgatory [1]

A ridiculous sort of love
that requires no possession.
What? Really? Asks, seeks,
desires no possession?

Says, 'Oh, it's okay. I'll wait for vision...'
(to dream up, no doubt, some guided tour of heaven)
Waits, perhaps nervous by the door, thinks
'I shouldn't disturb her solitude, and besides she's 
      spoken for'(or maybe rather hopes she's spoken for?) 

A practical sort of love
that desires no identity,
is satisfied with 'Ich und Du,'
quite satisfied with 'you and me,'

forces a laugh, tries to sing,
forces a laugh, a sort of offering,
waits, standing nervous by the door,
waits:   
      locked behind an open door.

[1] In interest of full disclosure: I've never read The Divine Comedy. Or I and Thou for that matter.