Valentines Day 2013

My dear,

            I know I haven’t always loved

as keenly as I should. There was a time

I know, when love was easy, and we would

awake each morning, thinking we’d be fine

to love this hard and fast for all our lives.

Apollo in his might would shine in Spring

and, blessed in his pure light, our love survived,

our passion moving softly like the wind.

But foliage does change, and winters come;

our love has fallen in autumnal heaps

and waits to return home. When it is done-

when trees have died and we are buried deep,

though bodies shall, our love will not decay.

So with my love, forever and always,

                                                    I remain yours