The poem begins with the speaker noting how his life, and his lover’s, did not truly begin until they met. Up until they came together they were like children suckling from their mother’s breasts. He knows now that any pleasure he has previously was fake. His current love is the only real thing he has ever experienced.

In the next stanza, he describes how there is no way for their love to fail because it controls everything he sees. His whole life is driven by it, therefore he has no reason to want anything outside of their small bedroom. The poem concludes with the speaker stating that their love is balanced like a healthy body. Their emotional and physical states are connected so deeply that nothing can go wrong.

The poem opens with a reference to a Catholic legend as Donne says:

I Wonder by my troth, what thou, and I Did, till we lov’d? were we not wean’d till then? But suck’d on country pleasures, childishly? Or snorted we in the seaven sleepers den? T’was so; But this, all pleasures fancies bee. If ever any beauty I did see, Which I desired, and got, t’was but a dreame of thee.