English Poem–Unnatural nature

When my king is thoroughly occupied with my thoughts, he ignores me completely.

When he is overpowered by the welling desire to talk to me, he assumes a deep silence.

He refuses me through and through, but gives abundantly, unasked.

He reveals himself in simple ways, but flusters my wisdom when I try to figure out his majesty.

And when my lord is moved by the desire to shower his love upon me, and this is his trademark work: He sends clouds of problems to snare me and make me wriggle in pain.