Endless Spectrums of Our TImeless Love

I lack the words and skill to define our love

Like asking the waters to contemplate each drop of a wave

Like having the clouds elucidate about the storm above

Or requiring the beach to explain how grains of sand are both free and slaves

I can only confess that it is and exists without doubt or question

That like the sunrise my soul knows it will be there tomorrow

And once again our hearts will both reap and sow

That like the breathing of the deep oceans and wide seas

That it offers solutions and soothings and solid suggestions

It will not go away yet return with ebb and tides within me

I am deficient of the intellect to justify our love

Like asking the trees to expound on why their leaves sway and dance

Like having the wind tell where it is going and what it is made of

Or requiring the seasons to say how they maintain the balance

I can only divulge that it is and thrives without rhyme or rebuke

That like spring it is both endless pure and fresh

And that it is fate not merely serendipity or a fluke

It is eternal and will echo in the universe long after death

It is spoken and dreamed and growing with every breath